Cutthroat Island Page #4

if you head for it.

I risk Dawg if I turn back.

Shorten sail all you want, Mr. Blair.

We head straight through it.

Hold your course, men!

Have you ever seen

anything like this?

Not so I'd remember.

I won't run!

Look how close we are!

The rig, Morgan!

It can't take it!

It can! We've been through

worse with Harry.

Have faith, Mr. Blair!

Trust the ship!

We'll try it.

What is this?

I'll not die in a storm

for your pleasure.

There are too many of them!

Tom Scully, there's no great love

between us, but don't do this.

Not this close.

Look! There's the island!

It can't be more than

two or three leagues off.

Away the longboat.

Clear the sweep!

Give us a compass, Scully!

You'll have no need of a compass

where you're going!

You're going nowhere but down!

Pull!

Put your backs into it!

Take up the stroke!

Somebody grab that bastard!

No! Parkins! Stop him!

Row hard!

It's our one hope!

Put your backs into it, men!

Pull!

Row hard, men!

Reef, men! Reef!

White water ahead!

Row, men, row!

Bowen! Bowen!

- Glasspoole, are you all right?

- Aye, Morgan.

- Bowen?

- Yes.

- Blair?

- Aye.

We've lost Hewitt and Ames.

Look! Look!

The cliffs of blood!

It's Cutthroat! It must be!

We are truly blessed.

We made it, Scully!

- We found it!

- We made it!

We found Cutthroat Island!

We need to find this trail.

- Can you tell where it begins?

- Not without the third piece.

We'll make for the high ground,

get our bearings.

Mr. Bowen, bring that lizard.

We'll have it for dinner.

Gentlemen, we must thank

Mr. Scully...

for bringing us the chart.

But this piece is

the only piece of the map...

that shows the treasure site.

My piece.

- The Reaper.

- And the Morning Star.

She still swims.

Dawg must've caught Scully

when he bore up in the storm.

That scoundrel must've made

a deal with Dawg.

He betrayed my crew.

No sign of Shaw.

Spread out.

Search the whole island.

Find me this cove, these cliffs.

I'll wait ashore.

Go!

He makes to go ashore.

We'll follow him, get the map

and find the treasure.

Find me a suitable campsite.

- I'm grateful to you, Mr. Scully.

- My pleasure.

But if you ever are disloyal to me

the way you were to Morgan...

it'll be my pleasure...

to cook you alive and eat you.

Now get out of my eyes.

Morgan's here!

B*tch stole my map!

Find her, or you're all dead!

Spread out. If he makes it out,

we'll grab him.

I know you're out there, Morgan.

I can smell you.

Where are you? Damn you.

- Where?

- Help.

There he is.

Wait. You wanna be careful.

It's quicksand.

Did you get Dawg's map,

you bastard?

Hand it over,

or you're a dead man.

Did you ever think that

I might've taken it to give to you?

Not for a second.

Sinking up to your waist,

and still all you can do is lie.

It's completely true. I could

no longer stand your opinion of me.

- Then give it over.

- I will, with all my heart...

if you'd get me out first.

Do you think I was born

last Wednesday?

Give it here, and then

we will talk about rescue.

I see your point of view...

but it works better for me

if I'm on hard land first.

You're up to your chest.

What if I give it to you

and you leave me here?

You spoke not long ago

of marooning me.

What if I pull you out

and you swallow it or run away?

You're beyond trusting.

That's the problem

with being a thief.

Nobody knows when

you're telling the truth.

Give me the tip of your dagger.

What for?

Give it to me.

Don't argue.

There.

It's no Valentine,

but it will have to do.

Now you have it all

and I have nothing.

I'm in your command, Morgan.

Do with me what you will.

Quickly.

Well...

good luck.

Fish him out.

Hold tight.

That was quite a storm,

wasn't it, boys?

We need to get

around these hills...

through this forest

near the coast.

There.

There's our treasure.

Well, shall we?

What are the instructions

from here?

Seventy-five paces

from this pillar.

- Twelve.

- Twelve?

- Thirteen.

- Thirteen?

Fourteen.

Fifteen.

Sixteen.

Seventeen.

Eighteen.

Nineteen.

- Twenty.

- Look!

- Seventy-five?

- That's what the map says.

- Well, you misread it.

- No, it's very clear.

"Seventy-five paces

from the rock pillar."

- Then the other 55 are out there.

- Or...

Look!

That could be

the other 55 paces.

We found a cave in the cliff!

Aye!

If they catch us here,

they'll find Morgan.

We must leave.

Dead men tell no tales.

What does it say?

"Mouth of darkness,

teeth of stone...

down the throat

to the belly of gold...

guarded by those

who never grew old."

Well.

Watch your head here.

Here.

Don't do that!

Let's try this way.

Uh, but...

Down the throat

to the belly of gold!

Hey!

Down the throat

to the belly of gold!

Harry, I found it.

"Guarded by those

who never grew old."

And your grandfather

was the only one that came back.

We're rich! Rich!

We'd best get these out.

Dawg can't be far behind.

Fetch the others. I'll start

hauling this to the entrance.

Right.

Wait.

All right. I'm going.

But no tricks. And hurry.

Anybody up there?

Morgan! Lucky me.

We was lookin' all over for you.

That's your young friend

from Spittlefield.

- What have you got there?

- Treasure! Bags of it!

Be careful what you do!

You could lose a lot!

Put a ball between his eyes.

Go ahead!

It's about four million pounds!

No, wait!

That's a guess, but I can't be off

by more than a million pounds.

Cut the rope, William!

Get away!

William! Let's make a deal.

I can be reasonable.

Send Morgan down!

I'll send the treasure up,

and we'll both have what we want!

All right, William.

We have a deal.

Here she comes.

I wish I'd never learned Latin.

Now we have both.

Haul them in.

Don't watch me fall.

- I'm coming with you.

- Don't be mad. Why?

Don't argue. Let's agree

upon something for once.

All right.

On the count of three, then?

Come to me, Morgan.

- One more thing.

- What?

Considering everything,

I really think that from now on...

we should be full partners.

What do you say?

- Sixty-forty.

- Fifty-fifty. Full partners.

Very well.

They have a lot to say

to each other, don't they?

- Are you ready now?

- Ready.

One.

Two.

Now!

Love.

Who can explain it?

Come on. Heave!

This is your future, men.

Heave!

- Have you seen Morgan?

- Yes, I did.

She helped me ashore,

then sent me to find you.

Thank God she's alive.

Where is she?

Where Dawg can't find her.

It's this way. Follow me.

- How'd you get off Morgan's ship?

- Same as you, I jumped.

Fortunately,

I'm an excellent swimmer.

- This seems rather far.

- It's just a few more feet.

Raise muskets! Aim!

Splendid.

Before we hang you in Port Royal,

you've time to witness...

an historic alliance.

Where's Morgan?

I don't think she made it.

Perhaps you're wondering

how I come to be here.

A little bird told me.

Plump pigeon.

Courtesy of Mr. Reed.

All right, get up!

All right, you.

Come on!

There, sir!

Trotter!

Discretion dictates that

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