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[waves crashing]

[dramatic music playing]

[bird squawking]

[thunder crashing]

[man gasping]

[grunting]

[men struggling]

Ah!

[grunting, yelling]

[men struggling]

[lightning crashing]

[man groaning]

[solemn music playing]

[music fades]

[thunder rumbling]

[men yelling]

[laughing]

[upbeat music playing]

Are you ready, Jim?

You sure?

I'm ready, Mother, I'm sure.

We need the money, don't we?

Yeah, we need the money.

Quiet, please! Quiet!

- I have a new wager for you. - [shushing]

The King James Bible.

Thousands of pages, millions of words.

Who will choose a random page?

- I'll do it! - Here!

Highest bidder chooses the page.

- Three shillings! - [man 1] Six shillings!

- [man 2] I'll do ten shillings! - [man 3] Three guineas!

[men] Ooh!

There he is!

Three guineas it is.

[men cheering]

We don't have three guineas to cover it if we lose.

Well, you better win, then.

Now, gentlemen,

the boy will now regard this page,

chosen at random by Nathan Makeson,

and then, under the scrutiny of Mr. Gow,

he will recall the page, word for word.

A perfect recitation, the house wins.

But a single errant word, the house loses.

The child will now regard the page.

One.

- [all] Two, three, four, five...

- [Jim muttering indistinctly] - Six, seven, eight,

nine, ten!

Silence, gentlemen! Silence!

For the child must now summon the powers of the ether.

It is an ancient nation,

a nation whose language you do not know.

"Do you not fear me," says the Lord,

who has placed the sands abound for the sea

by a perpetual decree that it cannot pass beyond it.

And though its waves toss to and fro,

yet they cannot prevail.

Though they roar, yet they cannot pass over it.

For this people...

has a defiant and rebellious heart.

They are revolted and departed.

Mr. Gow?

- Perfect. - [men groaning]

In every word.

Perfect.

- Perfect. - Ha-ha!

You've cheated us.

Oh, shush!

That's your Bible.

You decepted me into picking that page.

And that devil-boy,

I don't know how,

but he's not getting my guinea.

I know your mother, Nathan.

So you best not shame her.

[men jeering]

I swear we did not cheat.

And to prove it, Monday night,

bring your own Bible, Nathan.

And then we'll see.

Huh?

Double or quits.

- [men jeering] - [man] Go on.

[men chanting] Double or quits.

Double or quits. Double or quits.

Double or quits. Double or quits.

- [men] Double or quits. - Double or quits.

- [men cheering] - Ah! Double or quits!

[grunting]

[exciting music playing]

[theme music playing]

How much did we profit last night?

[sighs] Four shillings and nine pence.

But double or quits, Jim.

We win tomorrow night, and we will, and we can...

Pay the bailiff.

It's not enough, I know.

But let's not worry about that.

Squire Livesey has a good heart.

You're not marrying him, Mother.

He's a man of property, Jim.

Newly acquired and... large.

Look, don't you want to be a gentleman?

Ah, Widow Hawkins. Good morning.

Not at any price.

Good morning, Squire Livesey.

Well, welcome.

I must confess puzzlement,

as well as curiosity as to your...

current situation, Widow Hawkins.

Proprietress of the Admiral Benbow.

Sir, my deceased husband,

Jim's father, was a Royal Navy

- warrant officer... - Ah.

...slain in the Siege of Gibraltar.

- Oh. - But his pension is meager,

and it is my fervent hope

that... Jim attain the status of...

- ...gentleman. - I see.

Hmm. Well, sir,

perhaps the most eminent quality in a gentleman

is the means to defend his honor.

Now, Master Hawkins,

let us measure how well your hand and eye align.

Choose your target.

[sighing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[gunshot]

Oh. Never commission a country boy

to execute a gentleman's duty.

And in respect of the affairs of men,

gentlemen, the markets...

constellate well for me, madam.

Land prices thrive,

and my sugar investments boom.

[chuckling]

Boom, I say.

My future is gilded, Widow Hawkins.

And my property so...

big.

[chuckling]

I grow, Widow Hawkins.

I prosper.

Ha. Thus am I minded...

to acquire a wife.

- No. No. - Well, I, uh...

Squire.

Oh, for goodness sake, what is it?

A letter from the sheriff, sir.

A foreign ship has been spotted by our local fishermen,

wrecked in last night's storm.

The sheriff requires me to raise the local militia

and patrol our beaches.

- However, before I-- - Then I must not

detain you, Squire,

nor impede the execution of your patriotic duty.

Yes, all quite.

Yes, well, your counsel is wise.

I shall see our coast manned and defended.

And then, we shall resume our interview.

We have arrangements to conclude, Widow Hawkins.

- I won't let you marry him. - Well, that is

my decision to make, Jim, and it will be made

in your interest.

I can only hope that fortune smiles upon us before then.

[distant rattling]

[distant thud]

[loud rattling]

[clattering]

[Jim whispering] Mother, wait. Careful.

Wait.

Hey! What are you doing?

- What do you want? - [muttering indistinctly]

[Bess] Who are you?

[muttering]

[Jim] What language is that?

[continues muttering]

[Bess] What are you saying? Speak English.

- [muttering indistinctly] - Back. Back!

Pieces d'ocho, louis d'or...

Kollush. Kollush na mi.

Na mi.

[Bess] FF.

Who... Who is he?

- What does that mean? - I think he's a smuggler.

From the shipwreck in the storm last night.

And if he is, and we help him...

...perhaps he'll recompense us.

Or he might kill us.

[squawking]

[ominous music playing]

[squawking]

[grunts]

[dramatic music building]

- [music stops] - [snoring]

[Jim] What are you doing?

He had an earring, recently.

And tattoos.

Where do you think he's from?

Wait! Get off!

[tense music playing]

Let him go.

Jim, light a fire in the taproom.

Jim...

[door opens]

Your ship sunk in the storm two nights ago.

Has there been news of... others washed up?

Not yet.

What is it you fear?

Niente.

Nothing.

Well, perhaps I can shelter you and help you escape

from whoever pursues you

for a... generous payment.

- [chuckles] - [Bess] Hmm?

No one pursues me.

You're lying.

Well, sir, I have an inn to attend to.

Consider my proposition, and, uh...

godspeed your recovery.

I have no money.

Then I have no help for you.

[bird squawking]

[indistinct whispering]

His legs are as pillars of marble

set upon sockets of fine gold.

His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His mouth is most sweet,

yea, he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved...

...and this is my friend...

...o' daughters of Jerusalem.

Perfect. A perfect recitation,

- everyone, perfect. - [men cheering]

Lads! Music!

You cheated again, widow. You get none of my coin.

All above board, Nathan Makeson. Your Bible, your page.

Oh, ay, you're a sly witch.

We both knows you only contrived

this little scheme

because you burns a hot candle for me.

- Leave her alone, Nathan. - Hold your peace, boy,

and sit down. This is for me.

- Come on. - See, I've seen

- how you looks at me. - Hey, hey, disculpe, señor.

The lady has an inn to run.

Bess and me

is none of your concern, sailor boy.

I have no intention to reduce you

in the eyes of your folk, mon cher.

So let's say you pay your wager

and repair home...

...with your honor whole.

[patron] Go on, on your way!

Why don't you try again with a third Bible?

This place... stinks!

Go home, Nathan.

- [all jeering] - Get on!

I suppose I owe you thanks, sir.

It's my way of thanking you, señora.

And another quart of your fine Jamaican rum, por favor.

In respect of your boy's special talent.

[chuckling]

You'll rule the world one day, ragazzo.

[Nathan] Think you can put your knife in my back?

This is mine.

[bird wings fluttering]

[loud fluttering]

[Nathan sighs]

- Who does he think he is? - [urinating]

Dumb sailor boy.

We'll have him.

Washing up here thinking he can take what's ours.

A fine day here, lad.

This sailor boy...

...him talk strange?

"Mon cher,

I have come from far across the mighty ocean."

Aye.

That be my brother.

He don't look like your brother.

I need to find him.

He hold what rightfully mine and I will have it back.

Or he will sup with our cursed forebears

in the afterworld.

The Admiral Benbow.

Not five miles from here.

I will take you there.

Kind like the mother I never knew.

[gasps]

[intense music playing]

[wings fluttering]

- [upbeat jig playing] - [raucous laughter]

- [woman laughing] - Whoa!

That's right! Let's go!

Bess! Bess!

Come dance with me!

Come on.

[chuckling]

Are you having fun?

I have an inn to run.

Bess.

[yells]

Ah!

Ah!

- [jig fades] - [soft music playing]

[indistinct whispering]

[whispering continues]

Five, six...

[Bess] The militia will be out looking for you, you know.

If they find you here, they'll arrest you.

You are a threat to this country.

I am nothing but a simple traveler, ma'am.

Right foot turned out like this. Pow.

You're but a simple pirate.

They cry me Billy Bones.

So who's FF?

[Billy] Francisco Flint.

Capitan Francisco Flint.

You really are a pirate.

Aye.

Five years under Capitan Flint.

Us boys took what we could,

when we could, how we could.

[screaming]

[Billy] We robbed them all, Jim.

French, Dutch, American,

Spanish, British.

We knew that they would come

when their navies would close in and end us.

So we agreed to bury the treasure

on an uncharted place

Capitan Flint cried...

Skeleton Island.

We went ashore with the bullion

and three men to help him bear and bury it.

Three days later, Flint comes back.

Alone.

Tells us them lads died of fever and monsters.

"Where have you buried the treasure?" we ask.

[Billy] "Hell."

Hell?

What did he mean by that, Billy?

I don't know.

But I'm positive Captain Flint

killed them three hombres in cold blood

so only he knew where lay the treasure.

For such ends... he made a map.

He told us he'd pilot us

back to Skeleton Island one day.

That were two years ago.

When we did finally set out across the mighty Atlantic,

we hit the storm that brought me here.

I never seen anything like it.

Dashed The Albatross against the rocks.

Here I am.

The sole survivor.

Blessed or cursed with a map of Capitan Flint.

- [tense exciting music playing] - [rhythmic clicking]

[Billy laughing, clapping]

Ah. Garcon, you remember.

Jim Hawkins, I remember everything.

Good night to you, Billy Bones.

Kalinita amice.

Good night, old friend.

What language do you speak?

The secret tongue of The Albatross.

Made by our crew of every land and clime.

All gone now, I think.

Mondo cosi cosi.

The world is such.

Your boy?

Remembering all them words like this

is a sly and profitable deception, ma'am.

Oh, it's no deception.

Jim...

...is a wonder.

I'm a shipwreck, Bess.

Poor in coin but rich in dreams.

As am I.

A few guineas...

to rustle myself to a port, hop a vessel, and...

Recover Flint's treasure and pay me back when you return.

It's hard, doing all this by myself.

I just want to have money and be happy.

You wanna marry a rich man?

I want to be a rich man.

Well, Billy Bones...

suppose all this talk of treasure and pirates were true.

Why... in such a world,

a man like me might say to a woman like you...

[in French]

...I know you are my true amour destined.

And I swear, by Neptune's trident...

...I will make all the dreams

you never dared to dream come true.

Oh, damn me.

[Jim clears throat]

Mother, there's a strange bird

outside my window.

Billy, what's wrong? It's only a bird.

- Where? Where is it? - On the barn, there.

[squawks]

- He's come for me. - Captain Flint?

Worse.

Long John Silver.

He wants the map.

I saw him drown. He drowned before my eyes.

Make a copy. Now!

It's too late, Bess. I'm sorry.

I can make a copy.

I need one minute.

[suspenseful music playing]

Delay him.

Can you delay him?

It's in the oilskin packet. Go!

Go, go!

[speaking in pirate patois]

[Jim] Here.

I am truly sorry for what happened out there.

I weren't myself.

Money makes madmen of us all.

None madder than me, lad.

[indistinct whispering]

Long John, what say us last two brothers

of the coast bury our differences?

Ain't no scheming with a man what secrets a dagger.

I will take what rightfully mine.

And you will take what left of your life.

I'll go inside and get it.

Aye, Billy. Do that.

I'll wait here.

Here.

[ominous music playing]

Take your map, Long John.

Be on your way.

I ain't coming after you.

Why not, Billy?

That ain't the way of men like us.

Oh, please, sir, leave us to our humble Christian peace.

I'll look upon it before I go.

So I is sure.

Grazie, Billy.

We call it square.

[door bangs open]

Ah. So.

My suspicions of you were correct.

It seems you have been deceiving me, Widow Hawkins.

All your talk of patriotic duty, and what do I find?

This is a foreigner whose ship went down off Mason's Point,

and we will have him arrested.

- Squire Livesey-- - You harbor an enemy, Widow...

What is this?

Where did you come from?

The sea.

No, no. I mean what enemy nation?

The sea. That be my nation.

I am but an old cripple.

Oh, is that so?

And what is that?

That be nothing to speak of.

A trifle.

Well.

Trifle or no, we best take this

to the Sheriff, along with you and you.

Clap these miscreants in irons and let us be on our way.

Squire Livesey, this man is a pirate.

His sunken ship is the vessel of Captain Flint.

But I have saved his soul.

And he has repented of his sins, and means to deposit this map.

[Livesey] Oh, so it is a map. A map of what?

Yes, it is the...

ill-gotten treasure of Captain Flint.

Don't be listening to this demented--

Silence, savage!

Arrest him.

Get him, men!

Jim! Move!

[grunting, groaning]

I'll have the map now.

The map to me, Widow Hawkins.

The map to no man.

I've seen how you leers at it.

Like it was the whore of Babylon herself.

The map. In the name of the King.

I'll have the map, Widow!

Best be gone forever.

- [ricochets] - [groans]

- Ah! - [Livesey] Get back!

Stay where you are.

Take his pistol and his crutch.

[weakly] Huh?

Billy.

- Billy. Billy! - Billy!

From there.

[Bess] A ricochet.

Mondo cosi cosi.

13 north...

61 west.

We pack for Bristol. Now.

[Livesey] Get him out of here!

[Livesey] Dearest Honorable Cousin, Admiral Grey.

Having spent these last hours

in contemplation of this series of calamitous events...

My crutch! My crutch, please!

Thank you.

[Livesey] ...my suspicions as to the treachery

of this Widow Hawkins

lead me to a most horrible conclusion.

She made a copy.

[bird squawking]

It is my conviction that this scheming widow

and her insolent son prepare to Bristol

with a copy of the map which designates

the location of the treasure

of Captain Francisco Flint.

[Jim] Uncharted island somewhere in the Indies.

- Even if we find out-- - Listen to me, Jim.

Fate and Billy Bones have given us a chance

at a better life. Let's grasp it.

[Livesey] As First Lord of our glorious fleet,

I am most comforted to know that

you will act in the national interest

and have this widow arrested.

[Bess] Here, Jim. I think this is

where we purchase passage.

- Excuse us.

[Bess] Oi! Come on, Jim.

[Jim] Before we buy a passage, we need to know

- where we're going. - Uh-huh.

[man] Virginia! Right, give us a...

Mother.

[man] To the Bahamas. Nassau on a boat.

[man 2] Thirty shillings to Ireland.

Thirteen degrees north, 61 degrees west.

[Jim] Right. Thirteen north, 61 west.

Which takes us here. Nearest landfall is Jamaica.

Good. British territory.

[Bess] We've just got to find a ship.

- Right. - Six guineas. Faster.

[indistinct clamoring]

Right. Now, remember.

We're a respectable widow and her sickly son.

- I'm so sorry, my-- - [Jim coughing]

- my poor son is very ill. I'm so sorry.

Would you mind if we went in front of you?

My son is very ill. We won't be very long.

Thank you so much. We are searching

for a passage to Jamaica.

I'm Elizabeth Hawkins, and this is my son, Jim.

And I will be taking up the position of governess

to my cousin's children.

That's as maybe, ma'am, but such is

the demand for passage, we have raised

the price to 15 guineas.

But we only have six guineas.

[man 2] Special price, thirteen shillings to Ireland.

I-I'm sure, on arrival in Kingston,

my cousin will gladly foot the balance.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Every ship to the Indies

is oversubscribed.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Melville of Bath have just cancelled.

So my master's ship has a spare berth.

And I think he might entertain your proposal, missus.

Um, Hawkins.

We sail for Jamaica this very evening.

We only have six guineas.

Don't ask, don't get. Follow me.

[Bess] Hurry up.

Come on.

That's as far as it will go.

Mr. Graham.

Found you your passengers for your spare berth.

Mrs. Hawkins and her son.

Passengers.

Ah, yes.

Aaron Graham. I, uh, trade in luxury goods.

I, um, yes, I have a spare berth.

Oh. Sir, my name is Elizabeth Hawkins

of the parish of Crackington,

- and this is my son, James. - Hello, sir.

I am but a poor widow scratching together a living

from my young husband's meager naval pension.

Madam, madam.

I apologize. I have a boatswain,

a cook, and two warrant officers

to recruit before sundown. The berth is yours.

The Hispaniola, wharf nine.

Oh, thank you, sir. My cousin will foot the balance.

Oh, you need only pay what you can afford, madam.

I would be happy to have both you and your son

as my guests upon the Hispaniola.

We are in your debt.

Well, I trade only in luxuries, madam,

not, uh, social obligations.

Well, I, I look forward to making your better acquaintance

upon the ship. Uh, both of you.

- Oh, as do we. - Thank you, sir.

The Hispaniola.

[grand music playing]

Morning, ma'am.

Hello.

[Aaron] Mrs. Hawkins.

- James. - Oh.

Good morning.

I, I must apologize.

I've been far too preoccupied with the arrangements

of our cargo below deck.

I haven't had a chance to visit you.

Oh, may I introduce Captain Smollett.

I trust you slept soundly last night?

Oh, perfectly, Captain.

The rations last night were

quite delicious, weren't they, James?

Yeah, the food was very good, indeed.

Our replacement cook,

peculiar fellow, man has a talent to envy.

I'll introduce you.

Mr. Silver!

Morning to you, Captain Smollett, sir.

Mr. Silver, meet Mrs. Hawkins and her son, James.

Long John Silver.

- [squawking] - At your service, ma'am.

[music continues]

[music stops]