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Seis Majri A Chrysos.

What does all this mean?

I might tell you.

You keep away from Long John Silver,

you understand me?

I might induct your son

into the rather wondrous arts of trade and commerce.

He'll protect us from Long John Silver.

These obfuscations.

Please, if I am to protect you,

I need to know the truth.

Aah!

We are the people!

This ship will be mine, Jim.

♪ Britannia rules the waves ♪

Long John.

All your mates not on watch that you trust.

Call them to the mess for a parlay.

This cruise ain't what it seem, lads.

His mutiny begins.

Now here we was, five days past.

On a westerly bearing, below Santa Cruz,

bound for here.

Jamaica.

Now by my compitations from the heavens above,

we are fixulated south.

Bound where exactly?

I don't know, lads.

But the widow Hawkins,

with a copy of Captain Flint's map

in her talon, need a ship and crew

to get yon treasure back to England, don't she?

We've all seen her flirt and flutter around Mr. Graham.

So, we are now set on a course...

for Captain Flint's treasure.

No, lads. We'll have no mutinous imputations here.

Time and tide is running out.

By golly, Meg.

You made a new man of me!

A complete man!

The damage to our vessel is extensive.

We have lost much of our victuals.

Therefore, all of us will be placed on half rations.

Furthermore, our surgeon is dead.

So all of us will need to attend to the sick and wounded.

Particularly as we are now in tropical climes.

The threat of disease looms large.

Our situation requires

that we remain vigilant and sober.

He told the crew I have the map.

I think he will take the ship.

Which puts us at his mercy.

Puts me at his mercy.

Mr. Graham must be informed.

Without telling him we have the map?

He has a ship and a crew.

He doesn't understand the tongue or the mind of Captain Flint.

He knows we're connected to Silver.

And he wants the truth from me.

The truth will see us arrested.

Mr. Graham is an honest man.

No such thing in this world, Jim.

But I believe that I can arrange the truth

to fit my purposes

and persuade him to protect us.

Mother, Mr. Graham is

a respectable gentleman of society in Europe.

Hm?

I think he might prefer...

a lady of...

...refinement.

They need me above.

What am I to Long John Silver? And what is he to me?

You shall have the truth, Mr. Graham.

These events you describe so vividly, Mrs. Hawkins.

It must be very distressing for you and your son.

Oh, indeed, sir.

So you can imagine the further distress

when having secured passage

upon this vessel thanks to your kind auspices

I find Long John Silver...

Why?

If he saw you burn this map...

...why should he follow you onto my ship?

He thinks I made a copy.

So when you pushed him over...

He threatened my son's life, sir.

I'm a mother.

Of course.

Well, this cannot stand, madam.

Captain Smollett must be informed.

Oh, no. Please, sir. Please.

The truth is,

this past hour I have discovered,

hidden in my belongings...

...a copy of Captain Flint's map.

I think it was put there by the fellow I told you of,

Billy Bones.

He had fixed romantic hopes upon me.

Lord knows why.

Oh, Mr. Graham.

I am overcome.

Having possession of this map,

my body trembles.

Enough. Enough. Please.

I fear...

it will consume all of me.

My dearest Ann,

not six weeks dead, I...

Forgive me, Mrs. Hawkins, I, uh...

I must ask you to leave.

Ann was a frigid bore.

Ahoy there, Jim lad.

We fought side by side.

We is bonded by blood and battle.

Well, Mr. Silver...

your new leg improves your prospects.

Even though you took a fine slice of my skin

in the getting of it.

I saved your life, Mr. Silver.

Why you do that?

Because you saved mine.

It was a fair trade.

No more, no less.

Fair trade.

That be the way to fix your mind on the modern world,

as your mother might wish.

What my mother wishes for me and...

And what you wish for you are two different things, hmm?

Sit with me a while, Jim.

Seem to me, your mother,

for this be her scheme, not yours...

needs recruited a man what have a ship and crew

to get yon treasure back to England.

Mr. Graham.

Aye, Jim.

Mr. Graham.

Such a man succumb to one temptation

might find the gates of sin open to other temptations.

And might not such a man be disposed to slit

you and your mother throat,

once the map in him claw,

and have the treasure all to himself?

We're less than a fortnight from Jamaica on a lusty wind.

Decisions need made.

Choices claimed by you, Jim.

Not your mother.

Which, from understanding you,

involves the taking of the ship?

No, Jim, we'll have no mutinous talk.

All I'm saying is,

here I be,

an old sea dog at the meridian of life,

what have modest needs,

and could live high on the hog

with but half Captain Flint money,

if you catch my crab, Jim.

I'll consider your proposal, Mr. Silver.

You want me to acquire the map

from this Elizabeth Hawkins?

And then?

Where have you been?

I took a turn above.

I didn't see you.

You've been taking rum.

I've been taking stock, Mother.

I think Mr. Silver will deal with us.

- A pact to share with him. - No, Jim.

A pact means nothing to a man like him.

Then what do we do now?

Exactly as we have been doing.

Jim, we're so close.

The ship is nearly ours.

You told Graham we have the map.

- Have you told him where it is? - No.

No, I only told him what he needs to know to help us.

Without asking me?

What if Mr. Graham isn't the honest fool you think he is?

I can deal with any man.

Honest or not.

As well you know.

Dispose of this food.

Mr. Cameron, traps, bait, and poison from the stores.

Have the poison distributed throughout the ship,

every hand must help.

We must have these vermin destroyed,

or we perish of disease before starvation.

What do we do? No damned food

and we're still two weeks from port.

How could this happen?

The rats have multiplied since we lost the ship's cat.

Yes. Murdered by Mr. Silver.

Captain, I swore most solemnly

to feed every hand of us all the way to port.

Whichever port that may be.

And by the powers, that's what I'll do.

Now, t'ain't pretty,

but yon wounded marine ain't living past sundown.

No. Mr. Silver, we will not eat a human being.

I'm not saying we eat the man.

I'm saying he be bait.

Captain, I ask you on behalf of these fine men.

Have a strong winch constructed.

Have the bosun fashion a net the size of a cricket crease

and once you've selected your best marksman...

I'll have that marine's corpse brought above.

Heave! Heave! Heave!

Come on!

Put your backs into it!

Hold the line!

Again!

Lower away!

There! Here they come, lads!

It's a big one.

Ready, boys! Ready on the wing!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

- Heave! - Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave, lads!

Heave!

Heave!

- Heave! - Heave!

Take the shot, sir.

Mr. Arra, bring her in.

Go on, lads.

Bring her down.

Mr. Kahn!

Yea!

I think we got lucky with this here duchess o' the deep.

We feast till port!

I know you're angry, Mother, but if I hadn't released him,

we'd all be dead. He saved my life.

Only because he thinks you know where the map is.

You stay away from him. You understand?

Long John Silver kills the cat, the rats consume our stores

and he saves us with an abundance of shark meat

much to the delight of the crew,

who he has told, I have a copy of the map.

And now, he makes ready to take the ship.

Your ship.

We must decide our next move.

We?

I thought we had an understanding.

Yes, um...

I've been thinking, Mrs. Hawkins...

since our last interview...

perhaps given your...

possession of this disreputable map...

a deepening of our understanding would be...

well, it might be ill-advised.

Oh, Aaron, this cursed map.

Perhaps I should burn it. Again.

- That might be best. - Mmm.

It'll only come between us.

And yet,

you want Jim to become a gentleman.

Mm. I do. I do. I really do.

It's just, it's so complicated.

Complicated how?

Well, the map needs to be deciphered.

- Deciphered? - Mm.

Well, perhaps I could help if I were to look at it.

My fear of Long John Silver is so overpowering

that I prefer the map to be kept hidden

until he is locked in the brig

and when the ship and the crew are under your firm control.

And then, my sweet...

I will reveal all.

O Eternal Lord God, we thank you

for preserving us from the violence of the enemy

and for security for we who pass on the seas

that we may return in safety to the blessings of the land

to praise and glorify thy holy name.

- Amen. - Amen.

Keep the luff and hold the wind, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Dismissed.

Captain, forgive my impertinence, but...

us men below reckon it a rum thing

we're no longer set for Jamaica.

A crew should know where it's making port.

Gentlemen, I decided to sell the freight we have

on the island of Saint-Domingue.

That island is the most fertile market

for the luxury goods in which I trade.

It is an enterprise that will return a handsome profit

of which each and every man here will take his share.

The order stands. Dismissed.

Captain Smollett...

Saint-Domingue lies in French waters

which, as I understand from your nation's

quarrels and spiffles,

be a territory where flying yon British ensign

would see every man of us flung in a French dungeon.

You may rest easy, Mr. Silver.

I have a preferential arrangement with

the Port Authority in Saint-Domingue.

- Preferential arrangement? - Yes.

What this?

Trading with the French?

Why, Mr. Graham renders this ship

and all who sail in her no more than common smugglers.

Captain...

he incites mutiny.

This ain't mutiny.

Captain, the British Acts of Trade and Navigation

state that once a man make a mark on a ship's muster roll,

he's legally bonded to a specified destination.

So I posit that these lads are in their lawful right

to require Jamaica be where they're set down.

Otherwise, 'tis you

what breaches yon code and might be hauled

before the Maritime Court when we reach home port.

Our predicament is dire, sir. More than I dare admit.

It would be unwise to precipitate unrest

among the men when we are engaged

in a fight for our survival.

And Mr. Silver is correct.

We are set for Saint-Domingue.

Whilst I conduct my business there,

you, Captain Smollett, will repair

and restock this vessel.

Afterwards, gentlemen,

I shall set you down in Jamaica,

as rich men.

We will consider your offer.

What's going on, Mother? Why is Mr. Graham taking us to--

I don't know. He didn't tell me.

- Who is he? - I don't know.

What have you done, Mother?

I don't know. I don't know.

You told me you'd protect me.

I am protecting you.

- I'm trying. - This damn map that

Long John Silver and everyone on the ship

would kill for,

it's in my head, not yours.

- And you put it in my head? - You put it in your own head.

It was just as much your scheme as mine.

So grow up. Stop whimpering.

Be a man!

Be a mother.

Jim.

What good wind blows you here?

My mother. I made her cry.

Well...

yon mother of yours and me

don't see eye to eye.

But all a boy might trust is a mother.

I never knew such.

Ripped from her when I was born out there somewhere.

Your nation?

Aye.

My nation.

You plan a mutiny, Mr. Silver?

Aye.

I do.

And I will succeed.

Because you see them waves out there what rise and fade?

That be a man's life.

A lickle wave on the immensity.

What kind of wave are you, Jim Hawkins?

A great crash that put the fear of God in folk?

Or a swell that put hope in their hearts?

Or a lickle ripple what no one ever sees?

I don't know.

Mr. Graham, which is he?

He's shown us nothing but kindness.

He gave us passage onto his ship.

Charged us only what we could afford.

I took a rummage through his particulars

when him were up above.

Dated four days before we set sail.

To Admiral Lord Edward Grey...

from Squire Livesey of Crackington.

He inform him cousin, the Admiral,

that you and your mother

had a copy of Captain Flint map and were trekking from Bristol.

Played you double all along.

I give you this letter as a friend.

- I'll kill him. - Steady, Jim.

Better to bend in the wind than break in a storm.

If you were me...

you'd kill him.

Aye. I would.

But you're innocent till you kill.

Sit here.

Look upon the ocean and think before you act, Jim.

Whatever you want to know, I will answer.

Your dead wife? Ann?

A lie.

You want the map?

Only if it comes with you.

You used me.

As you tried to use me.

You were devious. Duplicitous.

As were you.

Deceptive.

As were you.

It's not the same.

It's not the same.

You're a man.

All this world of trade and commerce,

you have it all to play with.

But by no fault of my own...

I am all I have to trade.

And you stole that from me.

No, you're right. It's not the same.

I am sorry, Bess.

And, um...

I think I might, um, love you.

I have the map.

You have a ship and crew.

An even split.

I act on behalf of the British Crown.

My fee is 20% of the prize...

which I will split with you.

10% of 700,000...

70,000, yes, I can count.

Enough to make a gentleman of Jim.

- Agreed. - Agreed.

- But only... - Yes.

I will come to you once I'm satisfied

we are armed against Long John Silver

and his mutineers.

Eight bells in your cabin.

Sooner if I can.

Here.

Brandy.

A gift for services rendered in the national interest.

I will tell you everything.

Who I once was and who I am now.

Don't disappoint me.

Aren't you in enough trouble without looming at my door,

Mr. Silver?

Or is there some matter you wish to speak to me upon?

I'll let your boy do that.

You stay away from my boy.

But will he stay away from me?

Because who knows where you taking him.

To the treasure of Captain Flint.

Thieved by you from innocent people

which renders it not rightfully yours.

Not yours neither.

True.

But here we are.

Some 40 days on your boundless, boundless sea.

Forty days and 40 nights

and soon to be in a port

where your ends will stand unmet.

And your ends?

Playing Mr. Graham for a fool...

and all the time him playing you for a fool.

Mr. Graham and I...

we're fools for each other.

But you,

your mother would be glad she never knew you.

Dawn is observed, Captain.

Turn the glass. Make it twelve.

Mother.

Mother. Mother.

Oh-- Mother, wake up.

Mother, please.

Mrs. Hawkins is dead.

As the only man left aboard

with a portion of medical knowledge,

I'm assigned to determine, if possible,

the cause of your mother's death.

Get yourself above.

Mr. Graham has instructed me to seal this cabin.

Now, Master Hawkins.

Jim.

I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Hawkins is dead.

Her quarters were ransacked.

Mr. Silver.

Last night, it was you I witnessed in altercation

with Mrs. Hawkins, did I not?

Do you deny it, sir?

I do not deny no dispute.

But I did not kill the widow.

Lieutenant.

You have the cause of Mrs. Hawkins' death.

I do, Captain. Arsenic.

Mr. Silver kills the ship's cat.

The rats multiply and consume our stores.

I issue arsenic to contain the rats,

which places the means of murder in your hands, Mr. Silver.

And in the hands of any man here.

Including the noble Mr. Graham what had relations with her.

Last night as I was about to go to my mother,

Mr. Silver advised me to delay.

He told me to stay above and think.

But off he went.

Below.

I want him executed, Captain.

Lieutenant, have Mr. Silver placed under guard.

And prepare a gibbet for his execution.

I did not kill the widow.

I shall have Mr. Silver's quarters searched.

Mrs. Hawkins, her room was ransacked.

Any personal belongings should be returned to Jim.

You will not find what you seek.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Yet, O Lord God most Holy,

shut not Thy merciful ears to our prayer.

And suffer us not at our last hour

for any pains of death to fall from thee.

- Amen. - Amen.

Master Hawkins...

as your beloved mother is consigned to the deep,

I would entreat you to read from the Book of Common Prayer.

For so doing will deliver you of some comfort.

Master Hawkins.

"O merciful God, the father of our Lord Jesus Christ,

who is the resurrection and the life,

in whom whosoever believeth shall live...

though he die, whosoever liveth

and believeth in Him

shall not die eternally.

That when we shall depart this life...

we may rest in him.

And that at the general resurrection

in the last day...

he may be found acceptable in thy sight

and receive thy blessing which thy well-beloved son

shall then pronounce to all that love and fear thee, saying..."

The map, it's...

Is in the mind.

"Come, ye blessed children of my Father.

Receive the kingdom promised to you

from the beginning of the world

through Jesus Christ."

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

I see it! Land ahoy.