"Who's there?" he asked, but without alarm, supposing it one of his
fellows.

"It is I," softly answered Peter Blood in the fluent Castillan of
which he was master.

"Is it you, Pedro?" The Spaniard came a step nearer.

"Peter is my name; but I doubt I'll not be the Peter you're
expecting."

"How?" quoth the sentry, checking.

"This way," said Mr. Blood.

The wooden taffrail was a low one, and the Spaniard was taken
completely by surprise.

и специально для Элио - пара строк про ибервиля-)
Out of the church at that moment, grand air and all,
sauntered Peter Blood. With him came a tough, long-legged French
sea-wolf named Yberville, who, though still young, had already won
fame as a privateer commander before the loss of his own ship had
driven him to take service under Blood.

"With him came a tough, long-legged French sea-wolf named Yberville"

"С ним прибыл жесткая, длинноногая французская полосатая зубатка по имени Yberville"

*утерев слезы*
между прочим, еще кое-что.
последний бой арабеллы. самый дико трогательный момент.
He turned, and presented to Lord Willoughby a formidable front.
His head-piece was gone, his breastplate dinted, his right sleeve
a rag hanging from his shoulder about a naked arm. He was splashed
from head to foot with blood, and there was blood from a scalp-wound
that he had taken matting his hair and mixing with the grime of
powder on his face to render him unrecognizable.

But from that horrible mask two vivid eyes looked out preternaturally
bright, and from those eyes two tears had ploughed each a furrow
through the filth of his cheeks.
в переводе сказано, кстати, что кровью у него была забрызгана только рука. а тут, как мы видим, человек с ног до головы в кровишше... да, перевод адаптирован для детской психики, явно. только нынче такие дети пошли, что их такими вещами не возьмешь...

я тебе дам волверстону! я с тебя голову сниму!!!

да-а.. сильная сцена...