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-Happy birthday, Mrs. Hawkins. -Yes, Mrs. Hawkins.

Younger every year.

None of your frippery, John Harrow.

But music and friends do make you feeI--

-Where's Jim? -He's in the kitchen, I think.

Just put a head on that one, John.

It's going to thunder and Iightning.

Then you best go Iock yourseIf up in a cIoset.

You made that cake?

No, I didn't. And I'II thank you not to say I did.

Jim Hawkins made a cake!

Jim Hawkins made a cake!

No, I didn't.

OnIy girIs make cakes.

My mother made this cake herseIf.

SureIy she had to have a cake for her birthday.

Jim Hawkins dropped a cake!

Jim Hawkins dropped a cake!

Jim Hawkins dropped a cake!

Stop foIIowing me around.

Upon my souI!

Why, Jim, you didn't go and bake a--?

Here's the cake you made, Mother. I trust it's good.

It's the best cake ever.

I raise a mug to Jim Hawkins, proprietor of the AdmiraI Benbow.

-Jim. -Speech!

-Come on, get up. -Speech, speech.

WeII, I don't know what to say, but ever since Father died. . .

. . .and with Mother having to do the work, I'm gIad each time she gets oIder.

I mean, then I get oIder too.

And soon I'II be abIe to do aII the work and won't have to make speeches.

Here she comes.

Everybody to the taproom. We'II cut the cake in there.

Everybody take a seat.

Oh, Jim, there go the shutters.

-Go up and cIose them, wiII you? -At your service, ma'am.

-Now what? -I'm scared. Aren't you scared?

No, I'm not.

It's girIs that make me nervous.

Why don't you go downstairs, where there's more room to be scared in.

-I want a bunk with a sea view. -This way, sir.

Have you seen this man around here before?

He Iooks Iike a seafaring man.

He certainIy doesn't beIong to these parts.

Hey!

I want a noggin of rum.

Yes, sir.

Mind, you cIod.

Have an eye to that chest.

Here. Now, you never made this voyage, you understand?

You never seen me and you don't know nothing.

Get out.

What are you Iooking for?

Strangers, sonny, strangers.

I don't Iike strangers coming aboard me sudden-Iike.

Makes my spine jump Iike a porpoise, it does.

-What might your name be? -Jim Hawkins.

Now, Iook here, Jim, you and me's going to be mates.

You'II get a siIver four-penny bit every month. . .

. . .if you watches out for strangers and comes and Iets the oId captain know. . .

. . .when they tops the horizon.

-WeII, what manner of strangers? -Seafaring men.

WeII, aII seafaring men?

No, no, no, son.

There's a speciaI cut of the jib to these seafaring men.

But most especiaIIy, I want you to keep your eye open. . .

. . .for a seafaring man with one Ieg.

-A seafaring man with one Ieg? -Aye.

Upon my word, sir, what shaII I teII them? What do they want?

Never you mind what they want.

You go on down beIow and get me a noggin of rum.

A doubIe noggin, Jim, because I'm becaImed.

BecaImed on a sea of troubIes, and I've got to fiII my saiIs again.

Yes, sir.

Who is he, Jim? What did he say?

I don't know. Something about seafaring men with no ears and no Iegs and no--

Hey, drop anchor, matey.

We'II fiII the cask where you Iie.

Rum for aII hands, say I.

Here's a new port aII fuII of pretty wenches. . .

. . .and strong young buckoes.

CIear the decks for pIeasant action.

FiII a pretty beIIy with grog and that's what makes the worId. . .

. . .spin on its poIes, say I.

Hey, beIay there.

-The rum. -I'm not much on strong Iiquor, sir.

Besides, we have to go now. It's getting--

''Go,'' say ye?

You'II stay.

You'II aII stay.

Sit yourseIves down on your binnacIes.

Jim, matey, the rum.

I ain't Iike aII seafaring men.

GenteeI, I am, and a dove at heart, mates.

Why, I know some seafaring men, them as boarded a Spanish brig. . .

. . .aII Ioaded down with CastiIian dons and their beauteous Iadies.

And what did they do?

GenteeI Iike me, ye thinks?

No. They sIices them dons Iike bread Ioaves. . .

. . .and feeds them to the sharks.

And what did they do to the beauteous Iadies?

Why, after courting their favor, as it were. . .

. . .saving your presence, matey. . .

. . .they sIits the veins of their pearIy white arms. . .

. . .and uses their bIue bIood to warm their rum.

And then what did they do, matey?

BIess my souI, sir, what eIse was Ieft?

There was the song, Jim. Singing by aII hands.

Now, come on. We'II aII tip the stave.

Come on!

Come on, sing!

BottIe of rum, you oId hag!

-BottIe of rum! -''BottIe of rum! ''

We'II tip it again now. Come on!

-Dr. Livesey. -Mrs. Hawkins.

It was Mother's birthday. We were just having a IittIe entertainment, doctor.

WeII, my compIiments, Mrs. Hawkins.

-A IittIe brandy, Jim. -My pIeasure, sir.

Come on, mates. Now we'II tip it again.

-Thought sure we were in for a storm-- -Hey! SiIence there between decks.

You addressing me, sir?

Is it bIowing a gaIe of wind you can't hear me? What did I say?

I have onIy this to say:

I don't know you. But by your Iook, if you continue drinking rum. . .

. . .the worId wiII soon be rid of a very dirty scoundreI.

I'II spIit you doubIe, you--

If you do not Iower that cutIass. . .

. . .I promise on my honor that you shaII hang at the next assizes.

And furthermore, sir. . .

. . .I'm not onIy a doctor, I'm magistrate here.

And if I catch another breath of compIaint against you. . .

. . .if onIy for a piece of inciviIity Iike this, I'II have you routed out of here.

Let that suffice?

I ask your patience, sir.

Just a squaII from a poor oId saiIor man. . .

. . .who took too much rum over his bowsprit.

I ask your pardon.

It was a nice party.

Don't worry, Mrs. Hawkins. Don't worry.

-Goodbye. -Thank you.

Praise be, Jim, the man was onIy fuII of taIk.

But bIess my souI, sir. He certainIy can sing.

WeII, sonny.

Come here.

Come here, sonny. A IittIe cIoser.

Here.

-Now, is this here tabIe for my mate BiII? -I don't know your mate BiII.

-But don't BiII Iive here? -No. Nobody but the captain.

Oh, captain, it is?

TruIy, sir. I can--

Here comes my oId mate BiII now. BIess his heart, to be sure.

Jim, Iad! The rum.

I'm becaImed again.

Come, BiII. You know me.

You know an oId shipmate, sureIy.

-BIack Dog. -BIack Dog as ever was.

Come for to see his oId shipmate BiIIy.

-WeII, speak up. -The porter, sonny. Porter.

WeII?

Now, BiII, I've been after you, now.

No, by the powers, and there's an end to it!

If it comes to swinging, swing one, swing aII.

I'II part your dirty wig!

Out, you bIubberous barnacIe.

Next time I'II sever your guIIet.

-Humor him, Jim. I'II be back. -Where you going?

To Mr. DooIittIe's. I'II get him to ride to Livesey's. . .

. . .so he and his constabIes can come and get that man out of here at once.

Rum, Jim. Rum.

Are you hurt?

I gotta get away from here, Jim. I gotta sIip my hawsers.

Captain, you've been drinking too much. Remember, the doctor said--

Doctors is aII swabs. I've Iived on rum, I teII you.

It's been meat and drink to me, man and wife.

And I needs rum now, Jim.

-Mother Iocked up aII the rum. She said-- -I've got to have it, Jim.

I gotta have it.

Look. See how me fingers fidget?

I can't stop it, Jim. I gotta have a drain of rum.

If I don't, I'II have the horrors.

And then I'II see FIint there behind you in the corner, just as pIain as print.

-WeII, is FIint the one-Iegged man? -No, no, but he'II be there too.

Both of them wiII be there if you don't get me the rum.

Oh, go on, quick. Before they come in and sIips me the bIack spot.

-WeII, what's the bIack spot? -It's a summons, Jim. A summons.

-Do they wanna kiII you? -No, no, it's my sea chest they're after.

-What's in the sea chest? -Pieces of eight.

PearIs as big as ostrich eggs. AII the goId your heart can desire.

-And just for a IittIe noggin of rum, Jim. -WouId a haIf a noggin do?

That's my matey.

-There we go, Iad. -Wait here. I'II see.

WiII any kind friend inform a poor bIind man. . .

. . .who has Iost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defense. . .

. . .of his native country, EngIand, and God bIess King George. . .

. . .where in whatever part of this country he may now be.

You are at the AdmiraI Benbow, BIack HiII Cove, sir.

I hear a voice.

A young voice.

WiII ye not take my hand, me kind young friend, and Iead me in?

CertainIy, sir.

I-- I--

Now, boy, take me to the captain.

-WeII, no, sir. Upon my word, I dare not. -Take me straight or I'II break your arm.

Oh, it isn't for yourseIf, I mean.

-He has his cutIass. Another gentIeman-- -Come, now, march.

Yes, sir.

Hi, BiII. Your oId friend Pew. Now, sit where you are, BiII.

GentIemanIy-Iike.

I can't see, but I can hear even a finger stirring.

Business is business. Now, right up to him.

Aye, BiII.

Now, boy, take his hand and bring it cIose to mine.

There. That's done. That's done.

We'II do him yet!

Not a doubIoon. I fought and bIed for it.

It's mine. Every farthing of it.

Mine!

I'm swing on Execution Dock. . . .

Jim, what's happened?

Why, he's dead.

''You have tiII 1 0 tonight. ''

BIack spot.

And they'II be back again, too.

-Who wiII be? -The men that wanted to kiII the captain.

They wanna own the treasure in his chest upstairs.

-Let's get out of here. -No. The captain owes us money.

We'II go get what he owes us. They can't take that.

Jim, I'm so frightened.

I'II see no harm comes to you, Mother.

I'm not afraid.

-We shouIdn't, Jim, they'II-- -Come on, Mother.

He says there's goId and siIver and pearIs as big as ostrich eggs.

We'II show them we're honest.

We'II take what is our due and not a farthing over.

Why, there's nothing there at aII.

There's some coins, though.

Open the door!

There's something.

I'II take what I have.

Up. Down with it!

In! In! In!

-BiII's dead. -WeII, search him. . .

. . .some of you brass-brained Iubbers.

-Get the chest! -Aye, aye, sir.

-Jim, I'm going to faint. -No, Mother. Here.

Down with the door!

They've been here before. Someone's turned out the chest aIow and aIoft.

-Is it there? -There's some money.

Not money, you squid. FIint's fist. FIint's fist!

You beIow! Is it on BiII?

It's that whining IittIe sneaking brat. I shouId have torn his arm off.

I shouId have put his eyes out!

Scatter and find him!

-We'II have to budge, mates. -What?

Give him the whip.

Wait. Johnny. BIack Dog. WaIIace.

You wouIdn't Ieave oId Pew, wouId you, mates?

After them, boys.

Scour the thickets.

Jim!

Jim!

Mrs. Hawkins!

Here we are, Dr. Livesey. Here we are.

-Oh, dearie me, dearie me. -Who were they?

They wanted to kiII the captain. But he dropped dead. . .

-. . .just Iike you said he wouId. -WeII, what did they say?

WeII, they wanted something up in his chest upstairs.

FIint's fist or something, I don't know. This is aII I took.

-Do you suppose that couId be anything? -FIint's fist?

WeII, there's onIy one FIint. I know that.

Why, it's onIy a map. What are those funny red crosses there?

''BuIk of treasure. ''

BIess my. . . .

QuickIy. Into the coach, both of you.

-Vance, back here at once. -WeII, where are we going, doctor?

To Squire TreIawney's. Jim, my boy, you may have stumbIed. . .

. . .on the secret of the century.

-It's it. It's it, I teII you. -Squire TreIawney, are you sure?

Sure? The actuaI chart of FIint's treasure.

The very isIand it's buried on. Latitude. Longitude.

Jim, now, Iook here. The very bIockhouse and stockade. . .

. . .where the infamous pirate heId off attack.

Squire, you get so confoundedIy overheated.

-What do you propose to do? -Why, bIess me for a fat moIe, we'II--

We'II dig it up. Won't we, Jim? Won't we, young Hawkins?

-I have my own shoveI, sir. -ShoveI? ShoveI?

You'II have more than that. You'II be the richest Iad in EngIand.

-In the whoIe worId. -But, squire, a moment, now.

We'II need a ship.

-We'II need a crew. -Tomorrow I Ieave for BristoI.

In two weeks from today, I'II have the finest ship. . .

. . .and the choicest crew in EngIand.

Those cutthroats who attacked tonight have shown us they'II stop at nothing.

Others too, perhaps.

-We must proceed with absoIute secrecy. -ExactIy, sir. ExactIy.

Sphinxes, aII. Do you hear that, Jim? Sphinxes. Sphinxes, aII.

There's just one man I'm afraid of.

And who's that, sir? Who's that? Name the dog.

You, sir. For you cannot hoId your tongue.

I? I? Why, doctor, bIast me, I--

Livesey, you're aIways in the right of it.

I'II be as siIent as a grave.

TaIIyho, Jim.

-How are you, my boy? -It was a wondrous ride, sir.

-Where's our ship? We aII ready to saiI? -Not for severaI days.

Dr. Livesey won't be here tiII Saturday.

-Hunter. -Where's our ship, sir?

Ship? Ship?

There she Iies.

The good ship Hispaniola. And a tighter craft never saiIed the seven seas.

BIess my souI, sir.

AII right, now, give them another broadside. AII together.

One, two, th--

WeII, sonny, was you aiming to bIow the other Ieg off?

I don't think it's Ioaded.

WeII, you ought to be certain.

You be the captain of that ship, now, be'n't you?

-WeII, I-- -Come on, Jim, I'II show you to your--

Oh, he wanted to know if I was captain.

My captain is on his way from Dover. Is there anything I can do?

No, thank ye, sir. Just an oId saiIor hobbIed down. . .

. . .to get a smeII of the saIt air and cast these eyes on a trim craft. . .

. . .the Iikes of which you sure have got here.

Yes, I think I have a good eye for a ship.

Do you mind if I just come aboard, pIease?

Just for a speII.

Yes, you're-- You're weIcome, my man. Of course.

-Squire, sir. -This way.

-Squire. -This way, my friend. Any assistance?

WeII, weII. . . .

SiIver's the name.

Long John SiIver, they caIIs me.

-At your service, sir. -Mr. SiIver, sir.

TreIawney's my name. Squire TreIawney.

And this is our cabin boy, Jim. Jim Hawkins.

Aye, matey. Smart as paint, I'II warrant, huh?

Smart enough to see you've onIy one Ieg.

-Jim, boy. -Yes, sir.

You're pretty smart, Jim.

So was that French gunner who touched off the baII. . .

-. . .that bIew that Ieg of mine overboard. -You served in the navy, my man?

Aye, aye, sir. Under AdmiraI Hawke, off Biscay.

-Under the immortaI Hawke? -Aye, aye, sir.

Are there many one-Iegged seafaring men?

Why, the country's fuII of them, matey.

Just Iike storks on a roof.

TruIy, Mr. SiIver, I'm sorry for my bIuntness.

Here, matey, you try this out.

Of course, you reaIize we can onIy sign on abIe-bodied men.

Oh, bIess me, sir. I didn't think when I came hobbIing down here. . .

. . .that you'd have any use for this timber Ieg and me.

Oh, no, no.

Now, you don't happen to have. . .

-. . .a cook onboard, do you? -Cook? Why, no, not yet.

WeII, squire, I own a IittIe saiIor's tavern up here, and I can make saIt pork. . .

. . .taste just Iike roast pheasant.

Why, damn me, SiIver, if you want the berth, you're hereby made ship's cook.

SiIver, this port is fuII of the most unreIiabIe men.

Of the dozen or so that I signed on, eight have never come back.

Disappeared entireIy.

Oh, no.

Now, ain't that a shame.

I wonder what couId have happened to them.

ShiftIess idiots.

How many men might you be needing, squire?

I shouId Iike a round score of stout feIIows. . .

. . .in case of savages or buccaneers.

Oh, now, you be scared of pirates, huh?

WeII, SiIver, one never knows.

Not presuming, sir, but I know every abIe-bodied seafaring man. . .

. . .in the town of BristoI.

What say you that I fetch a fIock of them right down here to you?

Fetch them down. Fetch them down, SiIver.

Why, strike me pink. We may get SmoIIett's entire crew for him. . .

. . .and be abIe to saiI sooner, eh, Jim?

Aye. Aye, aye, sir.

With your eye for seamen, sir-- Here, matey.

There you are.

Oh, sir, mayn't I go with Mr. SiIver?

-WeII, Jim-- -Oh, no. No, no, no.

-There's a Iot to be done. -But, sir, I want to go. PIease.

Oh, now, take the boy aIong, SiIver. Take him aIong.

Show him the port, the ships.

Start his education for him. -AII right.

Come on, matey. Come on.

That's the way it be, matey. That's the way it be.

Then you sureIy wouId have been a captain if you hadn't Iost your Ieg.

Come on, Iads, come on. Overboard with ye.

Oh, yes, I'd be captain. I'd be captain, matey.

Here. HeIp yourseIf to a boatswain's pipe.

There you are. Here.

-Thank you. -Let me show you how to bIow it.

-Oh, thank you, Mr. SiIver. -Now you bIow it.

This is my IittIe inn, Jim, as I keep for saiIors as ain't appreciated.

Mateys, this is Jim Hawkins, ship's boy off the Hispaniola.

-Hi there. -Aye, Iad.

You might be gIad to know that I've been made ship's cook.

Just friends, Jim. AII happy to know that oId John's gonna get his heaIth back.

They wouIdn't be needing any other hands, wouId they, John?

Them as is worthy, George.

I've just been yarning with the ship's owner.

Maybe I can convince him of your high quaIities, them as has them.

Oh, John.

That's the kind of joke, Long John.

Now, this here is Dandy Dawson. A gentIeman, is Dandy.

Took to the sea for the Iove of it, he says.

WouIdn't harm a cockroach.

-Your servant, sonny. -My pIeasure, Mr. Dawson.

And this is WiIIiam O'Brien.

Now, WiIIiam is a Iay reader in the church, is WiIIiam.

Lost his ear defending a woman.

A maid in Santiago that he had taken unto his heart, as it were.

-As it were, sonny. -BIess my souI.

And, matey, this is IsraeI Hands.

UgIy IsraeI, we caIIs him, but as honest a man as you'II find in the room, Jim.

My pIeasure, Mr. Hands.

You come on a fair breeze, Master Hawkins.

Where's John?

Stop him! Stop him!

Here, here. Jim, Jim, Jim. Here, here. Who is he?

-It's BIack Dog, stop him. -Who? BIack Dog? Who?

-What's he done? -He was one of the buccaneers--

A buccaneer?

Not one of the pirates that Squire TreIawney was teIIing us about?

Yes. He ought to be caught.

Now, have any of you ever seen the Iikes of him before?

-No, John. -Ain't a friend of anybody in here, be he?

-No. -No, John.

That's good. That's good for aII of you.

If I ever catch any of you running aIongside the Iikes of that, why, I'II. . . .

A scurvy pirate in my inn.

You wait here, matey.

I'II run and get me sea bag and me bird.

And we'II go right up and teII the squire about this.

BIimey.

Pirates.

Those are pretty boots, Master Hawkins.

Yes. My mother gave them to me before I Ieft.

And the same size our foot is. AIike as two sister craft.

-Yes. -I'm fond of pretty things, I am.

Yes.

-Oh, a parrot. -Yes, matey.

If any of you wants a voyage, you go right down to the Hispaniola.

She's Iying in WoIf's Wharf.

Is it a boy or a girI parrot?

No, Jim, a girI, and usuaIIy a weII-mannered IittIe wench, too, says I.

Pieces of eight, pieces of eight, pieces of eight, pieces of eight.

Upon my word, she's a good taIker.

WeII, I wouIdn't say ''good,'' Jim, but powerfuI.

-What's her name? -Captain FIint, I caIIs her.

Here, matey. You take her for a speII.

She Iikes you, Jim.

-But does she bite? -No, no. Nary a nibbIe.

-I thought most parrots Iiked to bite. -Not this one.

She's a Iovebird, matey.

You know, I've been thinking about the squire, matey.

-Yes, Mr. SiIver. -You just caII me Long John.

-Yes, Long John. -You know, I don't think. . .

. . .that we ought to teII him about that BIack Dog, now, do you?

-WeII, why not? -WeII, the squire is very excitabIe.

-He's got a Iot on his mind, ain't he? -WeII, yes.

WeII, now, we didn't catch BIack Dog, and there's nothing can be done. . .

-. . .about it, is there? -WeII, I know, but--

WeII, now, there's AdmiraI Hawke.

I remember in a battIe off of Lisbon. . .

. . .why, a young Iieutenant teIIs him something without using his judgment. . .

. . .and do you know what happened?

Why, that admiraI feII in a fit. . .

. . .and pink foam oozed out of his ears for 42 days.

-Out of his--? AII that time? -Yes, sirree. Just Iike two spigots. . .

. . .out of a barreI of aIe.

So just for the peace of the mind of the squire, why, we won't teII him, huh?

-I beIieve you're right, Long John. -Matey, you're just smart as paint.

Why, you and me's gonna get aIong just fine in my gaIIey.

She did bite me.

Now, ain't that too bad.

WeII, matey, I guess she ain't used to you. She's a IittIe bit jeaIous, yeah.

I guess you don't want to Ieave oId Long John aIone, do you?

You. . . .

-Just a IittIe kiss, matey. -Yes.

You cIam brain.

Is a crew aIways happy Iike that when they Ieave a port?

A good crew, Jim.

You know, if this voyage were a rainbow. . .

. . .and there was a pot of goId at the other end. . .

. . .they couIdn't be any happier.

-I'm gIad you Iike Dr. Livesey. -Now, he's a pretty smart man, Jim.

He's not a saiIor, of course. But he can cut you open and sew you up again.

WeII, that sewing up must be pretty difficuIt.

-So is the cutting-up part. -Yeah, weII, experience, Jim.

-I couIdn't do it. -Oh, no. Neither couId I.

I'd swoon Iike a Iady of quaIity, I wouId.

I guess I'm kind of sensitive-Iike.

To the squire, with my compIiments, Jim.

MuIIed wine, sir, with Long John's compIiments.

And SiIver forgets nothing. AIong with me, he's going to be certain. . .

. . .that this is a voyage that we shaII aII remember.

Long John's a wonderfuI man, sir.

Livesey, I give you-- Yes, yes, yes, yes?

Captain SmoIIett. AII weII, I trust. Everything shipshape and seaworthy?

I may as weII speak pIain, gentIemen, at the risk of offense.

I don't Iike this voyage. That's short and sweet.

-Pray expIain yourseIf, sir. -I was signed on under seaIed orders. . .

. . .to saiI this ship wherever you'd bid me.

But I've arrived at the concIusion that every hand before the mast. . .

. . .knows more about the voyage than I do. I don't caII that fair. Do you?

-CertainIy not. What do the men know? -That we're going after treasure.

Oh, mind you, I've heard it whispered on aII sides.

So has my officer, Mr. Arrow.

Livesey, I never uttered a word. It must have been either you or the boy here.

Oh, upon my word, sir, I never--

-So treasure it is, I see. -You mean you don't trust the crew?

-Oh, some of them may be honest. -British navaI heroes, aII of them.

Yes, when there's treasure in the hoIe, there's fire in the forecastIe.

So I'm taking certain precautions before we saiI.

And by your Ieave, I'd ask you gentIemen to heIp me.

Lay forward on the quarterdeck.

-Two inches off those points, boatswain. -Aye, aye, captain.

Captain, sir, what are we to make of this?

Why, me and Dick and AIIan--

I never had me knife broke afore captain.

It's a habit of mine on Iong voyages. Sometimes hands get restIess.

Captain's right, Jim. Honest hands never object to having their knives tipped.

Boatswain, take the Iarboard watch.

Have the powder moved out of this forehoId back under the aft cabin.

Aye. Larboard watch. Spring the hatch to the forehoId.

Captain, that means that I'II have to move aII my provision.

I stored them aft especiaIIy so the vegetabIes wouIdn't get miIdewed.

My orders, man. You get to your gaIIey. The hands wiII want their dinner.

Aye, aye, captain.

WeII, why do you men stand here? Do as you're toId.

-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.

-WeII? -No sign of arms, sir.

You gentIemen are determined to make this cruise?

Like iron, sir.

-Weigh anchor, Mr. Arrow. -Aye, aye, sir.

Now, here, matey. What's to do?

The captain ordered us to move our bunks aft.

With the gentIemen, huh?

That's fine, Jim.

Oh, but I'd rather be forward with you.

WeII, how's this:

Supposing I ask the captain to change bunks with me.

That is, after we settIes down to saiI.

Here, you, ship's boy. Get aIong with that.

I'II have no favorites aboard my ship.

If there's one honest man aboard, it's Captain SmoIIett.

Honest, if you wiII, but an intoIerabIe humbug.

I consider his conduct unmanIy, unsaiIorIy and downright un-EngIish.

BIess my souI. Why does the captain have to beIIow at me?

Captain's ways, Jim. Captain's ways.

Now, I wonder what couId have thrown the captain. . .

. . .into such a sudden squaII, matey.

Oh, weII, he wanted to--

I don't know.

I wish you were the captain of this ship, Long John.

I'II wager you couId handIe this boat better than he couId.

No, matey, the captain's a man of wisdom.

A Iot of brains.

Too bad an uneducated seamen can't open his head and see. . .

. . .just what he's got in it.

We're moving.

-WeII? WeII, Mr. Arrow? -She's breaking cIear.

HauI the haIyards around. Set the jibs.

AII right. Set the topsaiIs.

Set the guards and royaIs.

BeIay that canary piping and tip us a man's stave.

Long John Iikes it.

And I Iikes rum, I does. Lord, for a mouthfuI.

Is he serving rum aft?

The squire Iikes his spirits of an evening.

And he Iikes VaIencian Iace around his throat, he does.

I'm partiaI to VaIencian Iace meseIf.

A tender spot, the throat.

Starboard a bit, matey. She's Iuffing.

She aImost got away from you that time.

I was Iooking at oId Nicodemus.

He foIIows us untiI he gets what he's after.

WeII, we've given him pIenty of potato peeIings.

That won't do for oId Nicodemus. He's used to foIIowing sIave ships.

BIess me, the ocean's fuII of death. But it's cured your Iungs. . .

-. . .hasn't it, Long John? -Lungs, matey?

Yes, you've not coughed in a Iong time.

Yeah.

They're much better, more shipshape now.

What are you gonna do after this voyage?

Oh, I'II go back to that IittIe oId roof, I reckon.

WeII, wouId you Iike to come and Iive with me?

-With you, matey? -Yes.

You see, I'II have a Iot more money. And, weII, I mean. . .

. . .there's onIy Mother and me.

And we've a nice room with a sea view. . .

. . .and sea air coming in from three sides.

And you couId aIways be--

No, no, matey.

I couIdn't.

I just. . . .

WeII, anyhow, you can come and visit us.

-We'II aIways be mates, won't we? -Certain, we wiII.

-Certain, we wiII. -No, matey, never spit to windward.

It'II ebb back on you. AIways spit to the Ieeward.

It saiIs Iike a guII.

That's right, matey.

Look, Mr. Arrow's drunk again.

The captain's got the key to the grog, Jim.

-Where'd you get it? -Just seasick.

-Sick? You're drunk. -Why, sir, I haven't had a drink--

You're drunk. If it occurs again, you'II Iie in the brig.

-Where'd you get the rum? -Why, sir, I haven't had a drink.

You get beIow before I cane you.

Here, you two.

SiIver, what are you doing here in the poop?

-Boatswain, take this wheeI. -Aye, aye.

Captain, for the Iad's sake, Mr. Arrow says--

To bIazes with Mr. Arrow. You get forward, where you beIong.

Aye, aye, sir. Aye, sir.

Good morning, Mr. Arrow, sir.

How's for a cup of tea this morning?

A powerfuI Iover of tea you are, Mr. Arrow.

Yet I hopes I'm the one that serves you your Iast cup, sir.

-WeII? -He ain't nowhere aft, sir.

He ain't in the forecastIe.

Poor Mr. Arrow.

And he stopped by me gaIIey onIy Iast night, sir, for a breath of fresh air.

-StiII drunk, you say? -His weakness was stiII upon him, sir.

OId Nicodemus isn't with us anymore.

Arrow must have Iurched overboard.

-That settIes it. -I'm sorry, sir.

This wiII Ieave you short-handed, captain.

I'II have it entered in the Iog. That's aII, men.

So why shouId I join? Join up with what?

-But, Henry, Iookie-- -Astern of me, you IittIe runt.

I don't Iike you and others of your kind who've come aboard this ship.

WiIIiam. . .

. . .Henry doesn't seem happy aboard this ship.

You won't faII, Henry.

I be right here beIow you.

Oh, Iook. Is that another shark?

Oh, no. That's a porpoise. That's a seaman's friend.

Look, there's a whoIe schooI of them.

-They wouIdn't eat anybody? -Oh, no, matey.

Porpoises off the bow is a good sign. A successfuI voyage, they say.

Why, they comes right out from port and escorts you right in.

I guess nobody knows where we're heading to. . .

. . .but the porpoises and the squire. . .

. . .I'II wager.

O'Brien, you were aIoft with him. How'd it happen?

I don't know, sir. A bit choked up I be, sir.

Henry was my friend. He swooned, Iike, and feII Iike a pIummet.

Poor Henry. Leastwise he'II never know what struck him.

I'm thankfuI for that.

-Boatswain. -Aye, sir.

-Prepare this body for buriaI. -Prepare the body for buriaI.

Land ho! Land ho!

Where away?

Off the starboard bow!

Here, here, here.

Livesey, it's irreverent, but, damn me, come, sir.

Gray.

-Where? -There it be, right under the cIoud bank!

-There she be. -Where?

Look, right there, underneath that cIoud there.

BIess my souI.

BIess everybody's souI, matey.

It's it! Gadzooks, Livesey, if it isn't it!

The spot seems on the side of a hiII.

Rotten to the core.

Jim, run out to the appIe barreI and fetch us some good ones.

My pIeasure, sir.

Tomorrow, Livesey, tomorrow. We'II Iand at dawn. . .

. . .and we'II have the doubIoons by sundown.

You're as smart as paint to join up, Dick.

Aye, Dick Iistened the minute he heard there was treasure.

Don't you know the exact spot it's buried, now you're here?

FIint saw to that.

He Ieft his ship in the same pIace as we're anchored.

He took the treasure and six brave Iads and went ashore.

And when he came back, he came back aIone.

''Dead men don't bite nor teII no taIes,'' says he.

-WeII, I'm with you. -How about the others?

Oh, you mean Gray and AIIan and--? Oh, they be stupid souIs.

WeII, we'II taIk to them.

Now, Iookie, John, now we're here. . .

. . .how Iong are we gonna stand off and on Iike a bIessed bumboat?

When do we strike, John?

The Iast minute that I can manage, that's when.

We couId aII steer a course for home, but who's to set one?

Captain SmoIIett's a good navigator, he wiII.

They takes the map, gets the treasure, brings it aboard.

Captain SmoIIett takes us out into the trade winds. . .

. . .and then one day, they aII disappear overboard.

ResuIt of a very heavy storm at sea.

Like FIint ye be, John. And the fIower of the fIock was FIint.

Hey, Dick, you're a nice Iad.

Get me an appIe out of that barreI to sweeten my pipe with, wiII you?

SiIver. SiIver. SiIver.

George Merry and the others is breaking out arms.

-Now, I toId them you was against it. -Why, the fooIs.

Aye.

This moIasses is sweeter than SiIver said it'd be.

Ephraim, Iook-see if that box of prunes don't turn into powder and baII.

Who smuggIed these arms aboard this ship?

I did. I'II teII you when to break them out.

And that's the whoIe awfuI story, sir. I wish I'd onIy dreamt it.

There's your Iighthearted crew for you.

Captain SmoIIett, I own myseIf an utter ass.

I await your orders.

What beats me is how they've been heId in check so remarkabIy.

With your permission, captain, that's SiIver. A very remarkabIe man.

Yes, he'd Iook remarkabIy weII swinging from a yardarm, sir.

Easy, Jim.

Steady, boy.

You may have been the means of saving the Iot of us.

-Don't fIounder now. -I'm not afraid.

Let's see, there are seven of us, incIuding young Hawkins here.

We were nine.

What's the first move?

SiIver's anxious to conceaI everything and hoId on.

I'm anxious to give him the chance. So we'II send the crew ashore aIone.

It's my idea they'II be gIad to go.

Think they'II bark their shins on the treasure.

If they aII go, we up anchor and run with the ship.

If none go, we'II try and hoId this cabin, and God defend the right.

Redruth, you Ioad and distribute those muskets.

If onIy a few go ashore. . .

. . .you mark my word, SiIver wiII bring them back, as miId as Iambs.

-Come get your sidearms, gentIemen. -Come on, Jim.

-You can spy out a Iot more for us. -ExactIy, boy. They trust you.

Why, you and SiIver have been great friends.

I know. Why, we were mates, and we were gonna hunt goats together.

I even asked him to Iive with me.

He was the best friend I knew.

He gave me this.

I never knew anybody Iike him before.

But I know him now.

Certain, I do.

Ship's cook means Iuck ashore, mates.

Shove off, Iads.

SiIver has Ieft six men.

One of them might be honest.

Jim!

Who toId you to come aIong?

WeII, nobody. I just--

Hey, what?

Jim! Come here.

Wait for me, matey.

Jim? You hear me?

Jim! You come back here!

-Hunter, did Jim go ashore? -Why, yes, sir.

-I thought it was part of the pIan, sir. -GentIemen, this is bad business.

Now, come now, Tom. You hauI to and think it over.

What are you teIIing me, John SiIver? I'II not Iisten to the Iikes of that.

Now, be off. I don't want my rigging fouIed with mutiny.

-I'm an honest seaman, you hear? -Yeah, I'II Iay to that. . .

. . .but, Tom, you're smart as paint.

Why, I knew that the minute I cIapped eyes on you.

You ain't gonna Iet honesty stand in the way of being smart, are you?

-In heaven's name, what was that? -That? I reckon that be AIIan.

So you kiIIed AIIan, have you? WeII, rest his souI for a true seaman.

But kiII me if you can. I defies you.

That's two.

-Not Jim. They wouIdn't do-- -They'II do anything now.

Our onIy chance is to--

Stay beIow there, you men.

Get back in that hoId.

We've got to abandon ship.

Load the joIIyboat with aII the provisions and powder she'II carry.

You men get that boat in the water and get it Ioaded up.

-Why abandon ship? -They've shown their hand.

When they come back, they'II board it.

They've kiIIed two men aIready. We're next.

-Can't we hoId them off? -With these swine at our backs?

If we tried to hoId that aft cabin, they'd burn it.

We've got to get to FIint's bIockhouse.

If that stockade is stiII standing, we can at Ieast make a fight of it.

Gray! Abraham Gray!

We're about to Ieave this ship.

I think you're an honest man.

If you wanna do your duty, come out and foIIow me.

-I'm with you, sir. -Good man.

-Lay aft and heIp with the boat. -Aye, sir.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

-Who are you? -I'm Ben Gunn.

I'm poor oId Ben Gunn.

And I haven't spoken to a Christian these three years.

Three years?

-Were you shipwrecked? -Nay, mate. Marooned.

Marooned three years agone.

And I Iived on oysters and berries and goats.

My heart's sore for Christian diet.

You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now?

-No. -''No,'' says you?

WeII, says I, many a Iong night I dreamed of cheese.

It's toasted, mostIy.

Then I wake up again, and here I were.

WeII, if I ever get aboard again, you shaII have some.

WeII, now, what's to hinder you getting aboard now?

-Ain't oId FIint's ship, be it? -Oh, no. FIint's dead.

But most of his hands are aboard her.

-Worse Iuck for us. -Not a one-Iegged man?

You mean SiIver?

If you was sent by Long John, I'm just the same as pork, and I know it.

But who are the rest you spoke about, matey?

WeII, there's Dr. Livesey and Squire TreIawney and the captain.

Squires and doctors, says you?

GentIemen born, says I. That's different.

-Have they showed themseIves ashore? -No.

LiveIy, doctor, IiveIy! This is the Iast trip.

So after I was on FIint's ship, I was on another ship.

That was three years back, and we spied this isIand.

''Lads,'' says I, ''there's where oId FIint's treasure's buried.

Let's Iand and find it. ''

TweIve days we hunts.

Every day they have worse words for me.

TiII one fine morning, aII hands got aboard.

''As for you, Benjamin Gunn,'' says they. . .

. . . ''you're so sure FIint's treasure's buried here. . .

. . .you can just stay and find it,'' says they.

''Now, was that a gentIemanIy thing to do,'' says you?

WeII, did you find it?

That's what your squires and doctors wouId Iike to know, says I.

''Yes,'' says you?

Snug in behind that rock, Jim, is my IittIe skin boat and paddIe. . .

. . .as I made it with my own hands.

You takes it, paddIes out, finds the squire and teIIs him. . .

. . .that Ben Gunn puts a heap sight more confidence. . .

. . .heap sight, mind you. . .

. . .in gentIemen born than gentIemen of fortune.

And then you nips him on the cheek Iike I does you.

-Why? -And then you teIIs him. . .

. . .that Ben Gunn wiII meet him on this hiII.

He's to come aIone with a white thing in his hand.

Upon my word, I don't know what you're taIking about. . .

. . .but I'II teII the squire and doctor everything that you said.

They've be-- They've begun to fight.

Who's the best shot here?

Mr. TreIawney, out and away.

Pick me off one of those pirates, if you pIease, sir.

Move sharpIy, move sharpIy.

There. Hand me that baII.

That's a score snood! Come on, my boys.

Stay to your oars. He's gone. We've got to beach this boat or she'II swamp.

Larboard. Larboard a IittIe.

We're swamped here, Iads. HoId to your muskets.

Jim, thank heaven you're safe.

Up, Iads. Abandon that boat.

Stockade's our onIy chance.

It's them after-cabin bIokes!

They're making for the stockade. Come on, Iads, head them off.

BeIay that. BeIay that, you swabs!

They'II shoot you down Iike a Iot of guIIs.

Get to those gigs and get back to that ship.

Come on, Iads.

Shoot away, me Iads. That's the way to waste powder.

The fIag spots the house for them. Hadn't we better Iower it?

Lower the fIag?

Strike my coIors? Not I, sir.

We've IittIe provisions, but we've pIenty of powder and baII.

And by heaven, sir, this spot is EngIand.

Stockade, ahoy!

It's SiIver himseIf.

Eyes peeIed, this may be a trick. Doctor, take charge of your watch.

Gray. Joyce.

What do you want with your fIag of truce?

Captain SiIver, sir, wants to come aboard to make terms.

Captain SiIver?

Who's he? I never heard of him.

Me, sir. Me.

The poor Iads have chosen me their captain since your desertion, sir.

What's your course, SiIver?

One minute's taIk with you.

I've no desire to taIk with you.

If you wanna come over here, come.

But if there's any treachery, it'II be on your side, and Lord heIp you.

That word from you is enough, sir.

I knows a gentIeman when I Iays eyes on him, you can Iay to that.

Joyce, take the doctor's pIace.

WeII, weII, weII.

Here we are aII together again, just Iike one big, happy famiIy.

Top of the morning to you, Jim.

I'd rather you'd sit down, SiIver.

Sit down and toss away that crutch if you're taIking to me.

Come, out with it, man. What do you want?

We want the treasure. We're gonna have it.

You want your Iives, that's yours.

WeII, you can have that if you give us FIint's chart.

I'd see you and the whoIe isIand bIown to bIazes first.

WeII, that-- That's an idea.

You give me the chart. . .

. . .and the moment the treasure's onboard, we'II take you with it.

And I'II give you my affidavit, upon my word and honor. . .

. . .that we'II set you down safe and sound at the first point of civiIization.

-That's on your word of honor. -My affidavit, gentIemen.

And a handsomer one you couIdn't hope to Iook at.

That aII?

Every Iast word, by thunder.

Good. Now you hear me.

You come back here, one by one, unarmed. . .

. . .I'II guarantee to put you in irons, take you to EngIand and get you a fair triaI.

If you refuse, my name is AIexander SmoIIett. . .

. . .I've fIown my sovereign's coIors. . .

. . .and I'II see you aII to Davy Jones.

-That finaI? -That's the Iast good word. . .

. . .you'II hear out of me, by heaven.

The next time we meet, I'II put a buIIet in you.

-Do you meet my terms? -No.

Then tumbIe out of here, me Iad. Hand over hand, on the doubIe.

-Give me a hand up. -I'd sooner touch carrion.

Who'II give me a hand up?

Before the hour's up, I'II crush your bIockhouse. . .

. . .Iike it was a puncheon.

Them of you that dies wiII be Iucky.

Inside. CIear decks for action. Quarters, aII hands. They'II board us in a minute.

Now, get over that waII first, and don't use your muskets onIy as the Iast resort.

Morgan, you and yours to the Iarboard. Job, you and yours to the starboard.

Now, by the powers, board them.

-Here they come, captain! -Fire when they top the waII.

Another Ioad, Jim.

More Ioads, Hawkins. Come, boy.

-TreIawney, sir, you're a man. -And you are a captain, sir.

At them, you dogfish! At them!

Outside, Iads. Outside and fight them in the open. CutIasses.

LiveIy, IiveIy, Iads.

My compIiments, Mr. Gray.

I've been Iooking for this.

Inside the house, Iads.

They've gone.

Fire from cover.

You crawIing squid.

You dogfish.

Don't mind me, sir. Watch them.

They've turned taiI for the moment.

My case, Jim.

Hunter and Joyce are dead, sir.

My case. Captain SmoIIett has a baII in his shouIder.

Oh, yes.

-God rest Hunter and Joyce. -Amen.

-How many did they Iose? -Seven.

They've had their rations for today.

WeII, that makes them nine against our five, gentIemen.

-Precious sight more confidence, eh? -Yes, sir.

Here's Gray.

WeII? WeII, Gray?

They're aII camped down by the swamp. I heard them.

They're Iike hornets, and SiIver's the maddest.

-It Iooks Iike tomorrow wiII finish us. -What's in the wind?

They're buiIding rafts and fIoating the cannon in from the ship.

SiIver says he's going to bIow this bIockhouse to Iimbo.

That settIes it. This Ben Gunn may be our Iast chance.

-You sure he's aII right in the head? -WeII, he's rather siIIy, sir.

He toId me to nip the squire.

Nip me? How?

Begging your pardon, sir, Iike this.

-A Iunatic. -No harm in finding out.

I have two hours before dawn. I'II haunt that cIearing aII day.

It'II take them aII day to get that gun ashore.

If they turn up again, God be with you, gentIemen.

-Godspeed, doctor. -Good Iuck, doctor.

What's the doctor up to?

Oh, he thinks this Ben Gunn feIIow can heIp us.

How is beyond me.

Says he, says them, says I, says nothing.

We can't hoId out against cannons, SmoIIett.

If we couId onIy get out and cut that ship adrift. . .

. . .that'd put an end to the cannon. Cut off their base of suppIies.

We've no boat. They're undoubtedIy watching the gigs.

I know, I know.

The doctor's right.

Our onIy chance is this Gunn feIIow.

-Keep near the house, Jim. -Oh, yes, sir. It's just hot in here, sir.

Go on, make your pIay.

Make your pIay, I says!

Let's taIk.

SiIver's tangIed everything, I teII you.

Stow that drunken guff and make your pIay.

I be'n't drunk, and SiIver's a fooI.

You're the fooI, WiIIiam. And your face fair makes me biIious, it does.

FooI, biIious, eh?

We're adrift!

Adrift we be!

-Why, the anchor's gone! -The hawser's parted!

Up with the jib, we'II swing into the reef.

Come aboard, Mr. Hands.

Much hurt?

Not the way poor dear WiIIiam be.

He weren't much of a saiIor, was WiIIiam.

Where might you come from?

I've come aboard to take possession of this ship, Mr. Hands. . .

. . .and you can regard me as captain untiI further notice.

WeII, now, Captain Hawkins. . .

. . .and who's to saiI her, without you get the hint from me?

-WeII, I-- -Now, Iook here. . .

. . .you give me me food and me drink. . .

. . .and a bit of a scarf or a handkerchief to bind up me wound with. . .

. . .and I'II show you how to saiI her.

Now, that's square aII round, ain't it?

Done, Mr. Hands.

Now, I can't have these coIors, Mr. Hands. . .

. . .and by your Ieave, I'II strike them.

God save the king, and there's an end to Captain SiIver.

Now your wound, Mr. Hands.

I won't be forgetting about this, Captain Hawkins.

And where might we be a-saiIing to?

Not back to the anchorage, you can be sure.

I've seen a map of this isIand.

-Do you know a cove caIIed North InIet? -That I do.

It's a way north, on the other shore, it be.

WeII, that's where we're saiIing to.

I'm gonna run her high and dry on the beach. . .

. . .where nobody wiII be abIe to find her excepting honest peopIe.

Now, does that suit your curiosity, Mr. Hands?

Why, Captain Hawkins, under my present unfortunate circumstances. . .

. . .to a pIum.

Aye, she's headed right now.

Right, captain.

Now Iash the wheeI and come forward for a cIose hauI on the jib.

Right.

It's been a tiresome voyage.

Why, you can stand.

And I can waIk too.

Perhaps you'II be needing a IittIe rest, Captain Hawkins.

Wet powder, Captain Hawkins.

One more step, Mr. Hands, and I'II bIow your brains out.

Dead men don't bite, you know.

I reckon you and me wiII have to sign articIes, Jim.

I'd have had you but for that Iurch there.

I don't have much Iuck, not I.

It Iooks Iike I'II have to--

Dr. Livesey.

Dr. Livesey.

Pieces of eight.

WeII, if it ain't Jim Hawkins.

Dropped in sort of friendIy-Iike, huh?

What have you done with my friends? Have you kiIIed them?

Oh, no. BIood spiIIing's aII over, Jim. We signed a treaty, Jim.

Treaty? What kind of a treaty?

We give them their freedom out of here in return for haIf of their provisions.

But where did they go?

Oh, they just wandered away.

But if you're of mind to hunting them up, why, you just save your time, Jim. . .

. . .because they don't want to have nothing to do with you.

-You're Iying. -No, Jim.

Why, the squire toId me right to my face that you was a deserter. . .

. . .and the doctor--

Oh, the doctor said that you was scared.

But they couIdn't think that. They wouIdn't, not after--

NaturaIIy, I've aIways wanted you to join up with us and take your share.

-Now it Iooks Iike you'II have to. -WeII, supposing I said no.

WeII, even if you do get the treasure. . .

. . .your ship's Iost, your men Iost, your whoIe business gone to wreck.

-You want to know who did it? It was I. -You, Jim?

I was in the appIe barreI that night and heard you.

I cut the ship's hawser and kiIIed those two aboard her. . .

. . .and I took her where you'II never see her again, none of you.

KiII me if you want. The Iaugh's on my side. I'II die Iaughing at the Iot of you.

I beIieve you wouId, matey.

He faked the map from BiIIy Bones. First and Iast we've been fouIed by him.

Avast there!

Be you captain here, Morgan?

-Tom's right. -I'm the captain. . .

. . .I say what's right.

-I'II be hanged if I'II be hazed by you-- -You want to have it out with me?

That's better, George Merry.

Why, this boy's got more fight in him than the whoIe of you.

I Iike this boy. . .

. . .and if you understand King George's EngIish. . .

. . .you better not Iay a hand on him.

WeII, you makes a hash of this cruise. You're a boId man to say no to that.

And second, there's that boy. He's earned a proper kiIIing.

In the third pIace, you wouIdn't Iet us attack them, and they on the march.

And fourth, you Iet the enemy out of this trap for nothing.

Oh, we get the stores and the powder. . .

. . .but we didn't get the map, did we?

And what do we want here except for the map, I'd Iike to know.

Quiet, by George!

-By thunder, it's it. -Look: ''J.F. ''

FIint's initiaIs, with a score beIow and a cIove hitch.

Good oId SiIver! Long John forever!

-Aye, SiIver! -Hurrah for SiIver.

-Where'd you get the map? -From Dr. Livesey, matey.

You couIdn't have gotten it unIess you kiIIed them.

No. That's part of the bargain, matey.

They gets their freedom and we gets the treasure.

WiII you join me in a bit of fresh air, matey?

There's so much stupidity in here that I can't breathe properIy.

Come on.

Guess that ends everything, now that you've got the map.

No, matey, you've stiII got a chance for a share.

No, I thank you. . .

. . .but I want you to know I'm gratefuI for you defending me.

Now I best go and hunt up my friends. Goodbye.

Here, you better stay here for a speII.

Maybe the squire and the doctor have had a IittIe change of heart about you.

WeII, yes, but--

WeII, I might need you for a hostage. Come on, sit down.

Hostage? What do you need a hostage for?

You said you'd made a treaty.

WeII, treaties are onIy good untiI you find a chance to break them, matey.

That isn't very honorabIe.

It's smart, Jim.

You see what being honorabIe done for me?

-I had to show them the map, didn't I? -Why were you keeping it from them?

There's too many of them to share the treasure with.

I just trying to figure a way to get rid of about haIf of them.

-Oh, I see. More murders. -Oh, no, not murder.

Tactics.

I recaII taking a prize ship off of Peru once. . .

. . .and there was too many of them to share the treasure with. . .

. . .so FIint and me, we waits tiII aII hands are asIeep--

I don't wish to hear about it.

AII right, Jim.

WeII, what did you do with them?

FIint, he has a IittIe hammer, so we go around to aII the bunks. . .

. . .and we get in back of the men and then we--

Never mind. I don't wish to hear about it.

Oh, aII right. It ain't important.

We onIy disposed of 1 3 men.

BIockhouse, ahoy.

What about it, SiIver? Have you seen anything of Jim Hawkins?

-Why-- -Here I am, Dr. Livesey.

Thank heaven you're safe. Let me taIk with him.

-No, by the powers. They'II puII a trick. -PIease.

I'II be teIIing you for the Iast time, George Merry, you drop his arm.

You give me your word of honor that you won't sIip your cabIe, Jim?

-I do. -WeII, aII right, then.

We'II go down and have a yarn with the good doctor.

Dr. Livesey. Where did you aII go? Why did you give up to them?

AII I can teII you now is that we're safe and sound.

But where did you go, Iad? We searched everywhere.

Then you didn't think I deserted you, sir, and that I was scared?

Not a thought of it, Iad.

You said that they said I was scared, that they didn't want me.

WeII, matey, I thought it wouId be easier for you to join up that way.

-Oh, I didn't join, sir. TruIy, I didn't. -But where did you go, Jim? What--?

I ran away to cut the ship's hawser, Iike Captain SmoIIett wanted.

-I have her beached at North InIet, sir. -North InIet, eh?

FIoat her and get her away from here. Don't mind about me.

One budge of your hand, SiIver, and I fire. Quick, now. Quick, Jim.

Whip over the waII and run for it.

Oh, no, sir, I passed my word--

What's your word to these scoundreIs? Quick, head for cover.

Sir, it was my word of honor, no matter whom it's to. I can't break it.

A Iad of honor. I counted on that, sir.

Jim, we won't Ieave this isIand without you, my word on that.

-You're going for the treasure now, eh? -There where we be going.

WeII, mark you, SiIver: When you find it, prepare for squaIIs.

And if Jim Hawkins here is so much as scratched. . .

. . .there'II be a baII between your eyes that nobody wiII bother to remove.

SquaIIs, eh, matey?

Am I off my course and sitting on a waterspout?

I'd aImost wager.

East-southeast. . .

-. . .two points east. -I thought so.

Just as the chart says.

Why, that's one of the six brave Iads that FIint kiIIed. . .

. . .and Iaid their bones right in a Iine with the treasure.

There's five more of them ahead between us and the doubIoons.

Forward.

Darby McGraw! Darby McGraw!

Hark, ye.

Darby McGraw!

Darby McGraw!

That's him, I teII you. I've heard FIint caIIing Darby a hundred times.

Fetch aft the rum!

-Them was his Iast words aboveboard. -That fixes it. I'm done.

Where might I hear that voice afore?

Nobody but us on this isIand knows them words. That's FIint's spirit.

Nothing but fIesh and bIood can taIk.

I was never afeard of FIint aIive, and I ain't scared to face him dead.

Come on, if you're coming.

There it be, mates, right in the cIearing there.

At it, mates. AII together.

-Why, there's nothing there at aII. -Nothing, Jim.

We've been out-saiIed.

Here, Jim. Take that and stand by for troubIe.

Two guineas.

That's your 700,000 pounds, is it?

Why don't you dig a IittIe deeper, Iads. Maybe you'II find radishes and turnips.

It's onIy an oId crippIe and a boy. Let's settIe it.

Let them have it.

That'II hoId them for good and aII, Gray.

Dr. Livesey, where did you come from?

-How did you happen--? -We thought we'd be usefuI, Jim.

Look, sir, there's no treasure at aII.

We've come aII this way and everybody's been kiIIed for nothing.

Upon my word, sir, I don't understand it.

WeII, don't try, Jim. We'II go up to Ben Gunn's cave.

Maybe oId Ben's got another trick in his beard.

Beard? Cave? Upon my word, sir.

Thank ye kindIy, doctor, and quite a squaII it were.

By the powers. That voice.

-So it be you, Ben Gunn. -How do you do, Mr. SiIver?

''Pretty weII, I thank you,'' says you.

Ben, Ben. To think as you've done me.

Gray, Iead the way with Jim. March, SiIver.

You'II find as how you've been done by everybody.

-Have you had enough action, me Iad? -No, thank you.

Keep going, keep going.

Why, bIess my souI. . . .

But-- What's--?

Upon my souI, how did it aII get here?

AII found and carried up here with my own hands, says I.

''Very thoughtfuI,'' says you?

And you can be fuII of cheese from now on, says I.

''Yes,'' says you?

Yes, says I.

Be it aII here, Ben Gunn?

You don't be hoIding out any on us, now, be you?

Mr. SiIver, says I.

-SiIver. -Aye, aye, sir.

WeII, captain, I reports back to duty.

Me and Jim pIayed a powerfuI trick on them.

Now that we aII have the treasure, why, we're aII one big, happy famiIy.

We've got the treasure. We.

You're going back to stand triaI in EngIand for mutiny and murder, my man.

Look, Jim. Rubies with fire in them.

Them's pretty harsh measures.

Pretty strong medicine, captain, for just a IittIe infraction of the ruIes.

Not nearIy so harsh or strong. . .

. . .as the rope I hope to see you hanging from at Execution Dock.

You're under arrest, SiIver.

-Hispaniola ahoy! -Ahoy! Ahoy!

Don't Ieave me! Don't Ieave me, I'II stand triaI!

We'II starve. We'II starve!

You had your chance, my friends.

We'II pick up a new crew at Jamaica.

Did the frigate answer our signaI?

She says, ''Come aboard, Hampton commanding. ''

Good. Ben Gunn, stay aIert, now.

-We want no strange craft aIongside. -Aye, sir.

A British ship of the Iine.

And tomorrow we may have the pIeasure of seeing SiIver. . .

. . .hanging to a yardarm.

WeII, Jim, do you come to take oId John aIoft for a breather?

No. I fetched you this instead.

Thank ye, matey, but I ain't much for spirits.

WeII, I thought you might Iike to start and drink a Iot of it.

-Why? -WeII, doesn't everybody?

I mean, before they're hanged?

Hanged, matey?

They went over to a frigate that's Iying here.

They're not gonna wait tiII we get to EngIand.

Captain says we can hoId a navaI triaI tomorrow. . .

. . .and the squire says we can see you swinging from a yardarm.

That ain't just exactIy a breather, be it, Jim?

I'm sorry. TruIy, I am.

You say they aII went over?

No, they Ieft Ben Gunn on watch.

WeII, Jim. . .

. . .I guess you'II have to stand on deck and watch me swing.

I can't bear the thought of it. Of you, of anybody.

Oh, we won't think about that, Jim. You just dies, and that's that.

Quite often, though, not as quick as peopIe think, Jim.

-Why not? -WeII. . .

. . .you take my case, as it were.

Now, there I'II be, way out on that yardarm.

Way out there with a rope around my neck.

And then they gives the orders to jump.

And when the average man jumps and reaches the end of that rope. . .

. . .snaps his head around, way around Iike that.

That's the average man. But of course, with me, it's a IittIe bit different.

With my one Ieg, you see, I'd be kind of off-baIance.

And if they didn't get that noose just right. . .

. . .right there, why, I'd probabIy just. . .

. . .sIowIy strangIe and choke. . .

. . .just so I didn't swaIIow my tongue.

But that very rareIy happens, Jim, swaIIowing the tongue.

Stop, stop!

There. I don't know how you'II get by Ben Gunn. . .

-. . .but you're free from here, at Ieast. -Oh, that's my matey.

If ever the day comes that I can heIp you, why, I--

I'm going to. . . .

What's the matter?

I guess you'II have to heIp me up, matey.

It's my rheumatism. This pIace is damp in here.

No, no, no. I'm tickIish under my arm.

Thank ye, matey, thank ye. Where's Ben Gunn?

Sitting up by the mizzenmast on guard.

You run aft and get me a pistoI.

-No, there'II be no bIood spiIIed in this. -Oh, no, not for Ben Gunn.

Why, I can taIk with Ben, he and me are oId shipmates.

Just for protection on shore, you know. It's a wiId pIace, Jamaica.

AII right.

But I toId you, you mustn't.

Now, ain't that terribIe?

He's Ieft to guard a ship, and there he Iays in a drunken stupor.

But he has a awfuI Iarge bump on his head.

WeII, he must have got that when he feII off of there. . .

. . .and hit the deck with his head.

Ain't that too bad.

WeII, matey. . . .

What oId Long John's got to teII you, he don't know how to say it.

I don't mean that you'II be forgiving me aII the bad things that I've done. . .

. . .but just for the mateys that we might have been.

You won't be a pirate anymore, wiII you? You won't steaI?

No, sir. From now on. . .

. . .my course is going to be a straight, honest one, so heIp me.

Why, shiver my timbers, I--

WeII, now, I'm gIad that happened, matey.

That's just what I was trying to teII you, and I didn't know how.

I cut through the buIkhead, into where the treasure was. . .

. . .and took off just one sack of goId.

But you promised you wouIdn't.

WeII, I took that before I promised.

But it's off my conscience now. . .

. . .and the Lord knows my conscience won't stand any more, matey.

-WeII, here. You may need it. -No, no, no, thanks.

But you have to buy food.

No, that's aII right, Jim. I'II get aIong aII right.

I'II get aIong aII right.

WeII, matey. . . .

Here.

Feed her good.

And put her. . . .

You put her down beIow decks when any women around, huh?

I wiII. I promise I wiII.

Oh, beIay that. Don't do that. Our courses wiII cross again sometime.

Lookie. Lookie, now.

Now, you didn't get aII of that bar siIver on that isIand, now, did you?

-No. -WeII, who knows?

Maybe someday you'II have a great big ship.

Bigger than this one.

And you'II go down there and get the rest of that treasure, now, won't you?

And you might be needing a mate or a captain, huh?

-I guess so. -AII right.

And who do you think wouId come hobbIing aIong for that berth. . .

. . .but oId Long John SiIver?

It'd be Honest Long John then.

And together, we'd go down there and dig up that treasure. . .

. . .and we'd scour aII the seas for aII the treasures on those isIands.

And we'd hunt goats. And fight cannibaIs.

It's true, matey. Certain, we wiII.

Certain, we wiII.

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