Treasure Island Page #2

- 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'll have the horrors.

And then I'll see Flint there behind you

in the corner, just as plain as print.

- Well, is Flint the one-legged man?

- No, no, but he'll be there too.

Both of them will be there

if you don't get me the rum.

Oh, go on, quick. Before they come in

and slips me the black spot.

- Well, what's the black spot?

- It's a summons, Jim. A summons.

- Do they wanna kill you?

- No, no, it's my sea chest they're after.

- What's in the sea chest?

- Pieces of eight.

Pearls as big as ostrich eggs.

All the gold your heart can desire.

- And just for a little noggin of rum, Jim.

- Would a half a noggin do?

That's my matey.

- There we go, lad.

- Wait here. I'll see.

Will any kind friend

inform a poor blind man...

...who has lost the precious sight

of his eyes in the gracious defense...

...of his native country, England,

and God bless King George...

...where in whatever part

of this country he may now be.

You are at the Admiral Benbow,

Black Hill Cove, sir.

I hear a voice.

A young voice.

Will ye not take my hand,

me kind young friend, and lead me in?

Certainly, sir.

I... I...

Now, boy, take me to the captain.

- Well, no, sir. Upon my word, I dare not.

- Take me in straight or I'll break your arm.

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

- He has his cutlass. Another gentleman...

- Come, now, march.

Yes, sir.

Hi, Bill. Your old friend Pew.

Now, sit where you are, Bill.

Gentlemanly-like.

I can't see, but I can hear

even a finger stirring.

Business is business.

Now, right up to him.

Aye, Bill.

Now, boy, take his hand

and bring it close to mine.

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

We'll do him yet!

Not a doubloon.

I fought and bled 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 till 10 tonight."

Black spot.

And they'll be back again too.

- Who will be?

- The men that wanted to kill the captain.

They wanna own the treasure

in his chest upstairs.

- Let's get out of here.

- No. The captain owes us money.

We'll go get what he owes us.

They can't take that.

Jim, I'm so frightened.

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

I'm not afraid.

- We shouldn't, Jim, they'll...

- Come on, Mother.

He says there's gold and silver

and pearls as big as ostrich eggs.

We'll show them we're honest.

We'll take what is our due

and not a farthing over.

Why, there's nothing there at all.

There's some coins, though.

Open the door!

There's something.

I'll take what I have.

Up. Down with it!

In! In! In!

- Bill's dead.

- Well, search him...

...some of you brass-brained lubbers.

- 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 alow and aloft.

- Is it there?

- There's some money.

Not money, you squid.

Flint's fist. Flint's fist!

You below! Is it down there?

It's that whining little sneaking brat.

I should have torn his arm off.

I should have put his eyes out!

Scatter and find him!

- We'll have to budge, mates.

- What?

Give him the whip.

Wait. Johnny. Black Dog. Wallace.

You wouldn't leave old Pew,

would 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 kill the captain.

But he dropped dead...

...just like you said he would.

- Well, what did they say?

Well, they wanted something

up in his chest upstairs.

Flint's fist or something, I don't know.

This is all I took.

- Do you suppose that could be anything?

- Flint's fist?

Well, there's only one Flint. I know that.

Why, it's only a map.

What are those funny red crosses there?

"Bulk of treasure."

Bless my...

Quickly. Into the coach, both of you.

- Vance, back here at once.

- Well, where are we going, doctor?

To Squire Trelawney's.

Jim, my boy, you may have stumbled...

...on the secret of the century.

- It's it. It's it, I tell you.

- Squire Trelawney, are you sure?

Sure? The actual chart of Flint's treasure.

The very island it's buried on.

Latitude. Longitude.

Jim, now, look here.

The very blockhouse and stockade...

...where the infamous pirate

held off attack.

Squire, you get so

confoundedly overheated.

- What do you propose to do?

- Why, bless me for a fat mole, we'll...

We'll dig it up. Won't we, Jim?

Won't we, young Hawkins?

- I have my own shovel, sir.

- Shovel? Shovel?

You'll have more than that.

You'll be the richest lad in England.

- In the whole world.

- But, squire, a moment, now.

We'll need a ship.

- We'll need a crew.

- Tomorrow I leave for Bristol.

In two weeks from today,

I'll have the finest ship...

...and the choicest crew in England.

Those cutthroats who attacked tonight

have shown us that they'll stop at nothing.

Others too, perhaps.

- We must proceed with absolute secrecy.

- Exactly, sir. Exactly.

Sphinxes, all. Do you hear that, Jim?

Sphinxes. Sphinxes, all.

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

hold your tongue.

I? I? Why, doctor, blast me, I...

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

I'll be as silent as a grave.

Tallyho, Jim.

- How are you, my boy?

- It was a wondrous ride, sir.

- Where's our ship? We all ready to sail?

- Not for several days.

Dr. Livesey won't be here till Saturday.

- Hunter.

- Where's our ship, sir?

Ship? Ship?

There she lies.

The good ship 'Hispaniola'. And a tighter

craft never sailed the seven seas.

Bless my soul, sir.

All right, now, give them

another broadside. All together.

One, two, th...

Well, sonny, was you aiming

to blow the other leg off?

I don't think it's loaded.

Well, you ought to be certain.

You be the captain of that ship, now,

be'n't you?

- Well, I...

- Come on, Jim, I'll 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 old sailor hobbled down...

...to get a smell of the salt air

and cast these eyes on a trim craft...

...the likes 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,

please?

Just for a spell.

Yes, you're...

You're welcome, my man. Of course.

- Squire, sir.

- This way.

- Squire.

- This way, my friend. Any assistance?

Well, well...

Silver's the name.

Long John Silver, they calls me.

- At your service, sir.

- Mr. Silver, sir.

Trelawney's my name. Squire Trelawney.

And this is our cabin boy, Jim.

Jim Hawkins.

Aye, matey. Smart as paint,

I'll warrant, huh?

Smart enough to see

you've only one leg.

- Jim, boy.

- Yes, sir.

You're pretty smart, Jim.

So was that French gunner

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