Treasure Island Page #8

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We'll go down and have a yarn

with the good doctor.

Dr. Livesey. Where did you all go?

Why did you give up to them?

All I can tell you now

is that we're safe and sound.

But where did you go, lad?

We searched everywhere.

Then you didn't think I deserted you, sir,

and that I was scared?

Not a thought of it, lad.

You said that they said I was scared,

that they didn't want me.

Well, matey, I thought it would be easier

for you to join up that way.

- Oh, I didn't join, sir. Truly, I didn't.

- But where did you go, Jim? What...?

I ran away to cut the ship's hawser,

like Captain Smollett wanted.

- I have her beached at North Inlet now, sir.

- North Inlet, eh?

Float her and get her away from here.

Don't mind about me.

One budge of your hand, Silver, and I fire.

Quick, now. Quick, Jim.

Whip over the wall and run for it.

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

What's your word to these scoundrels?

Quick, head for cover.

Sir, it was my word of honor,

no matter whom it's to. I can't break it.

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

Jim, we won't leave this island

without you, my word on that.

- You're going for the treasure now, eh?

- There where we be going.

Well, mark you, Silver:

When you find it, prepare for squalls.

And if Jim Hawkins here

is so much as scratched...

...there'll be a ball between your eyes

that nobody will bother to remove.

Squalls, eh, matey?

Am I off my course

and sitting on a waterspout?

I'd almost wager.

East-southeast...

...two points east.

- I thought so.

Just as the chart says.

Why, that's one of the six brave lads

that Flint killed...

...and laid their bones

right in a line with the treasure.

There's five more of them ahead

between us and the doubloons.

Forward.

Darby McGraw! Darby McGraw!

Hark, ye.

Darby McGraw!

Darby McGraw!

That's him, I tell you. I've heard Flint

calling Darby a hundred times.

Fetch aft the rum!

- Them was his last words aboveboard.

- That fixes it. I'm done.

Where might I hear that voice afore?

Nobody but us on this island

knows them words. That's Flint's spirit.

Nothing but flesh and blood can talk.

I was never afeard of Flint alive,

and I ain't scared to face him dead.

Come on, if you're coming.

There it be, mates,

right in the clearing there.

At it, mates. All together.

- Why, there's nothing there at all.

- Nothing, Jim.

We've been out-sailed.

Here, Jim. Take that

and stand by for trouble.

Two guineas.

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

Why don't you dig a little deeper, lads.

Maybe you'll find radishes and turnips.

It's only an old cripple and a boy.

Let's settle it.

Let them have it.

That'll hold them for good and all, Gray.

Dr. Livesey, where did you come from?

- How did you happen...?

- We thought we'd be useful, Jim.

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

We've come all this way

and everybody's been killed for nothing.

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

Well, don't try, Jim.

We'll go up to Ben Gunn's cave.

Maybe old Ben's got another trick

in his beard.

Beard? Cave? Upon my word, sir.

Thank ye kindly, doctor,

and quite a squall it were.

By the powers. That voice.

- So it be you, Ben Gunn.

- How do you do, Mr. Silver?

"Pretty well, I thank you," says you.

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

Gray, lead the way with Jim.

March, Silver.

You'll find as how

you've been done by everybody.

- Well, have you had enough action, me lad?

- No, thank you.

Keep going, keep going.

Why, bless my soul...

But... What's...?

Upon my soul, how did it all get here?

All found and carried up here

with my own hands, says I.

"Very thoughtful," says you?

And you can be full of cheese

from now on, says I.

"Yes," says you?

Yes, says I.

Be it all here, Ben Gunn?

You don't be holding out any on us,

now, be you?

Mr. Silver, says I.

- Silver.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Well, captain, I reports back to duty.

Me and Jim played a powerful trick

on them.

Now that we all have the treasure,

why, we're all one big, happy family.

We've got the treasure. We.

You're going back to stand trial in England

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 little infraction of the rules.

Not nearly so harsh or strong...

...as the rope I hope to see you

hanging from at Execution Dock.

You're under arrest, Silver.

- 'Hispaniola' ahoy!

- Ahoy! Ahoy!

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me, I'll stand trial!

We'll starve. We'll starve!

You had your chance, my friends.

We'll pick up a new crew at Jamaica.

Did the frigate answer our signal?

She says, "Come aboard,

Hampton commanding."

Good. Ben Gunn, stay alert, now.

- We want no strange craft alongside.

- Aye, sir.

A British ship of the line.

And tomorrow we may have

the pleasure of seeing Silver...

...hanging to a yardarm.

Well, Jim, do you come

to take old John aloft for a breather?

No. I fetched you this instead.

Thank ye, matey,

but I ain't much for spirits.

Well, I thought you might like to start

and drink a lot of it.

- Why?

- Well, doesn't everybody?

I mean, before they're hanged?

Hanged, matey?

They went over to a frigate

that's lying here.

They're not gonna wait till

we get to England.

Captain says we can hold

a naval trial tomorrow...

...and the squire says we can see you

swinging from a yardarm.

That ain't just exactly a breather,

be it, Jim?

I'm sorry. Truly, I am.

You say they all went over?

No, they left Ben Gunn on watch.

Well, Jim...

...I guess you'll 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 people think, Jim.

- Why not?

- Well...

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

Now, there I'll 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 like that.

That's the average man. But of course,

with me, it's a little bit different.

With my one leg, you see,

I'd be kind of off-balance.

And if they didn't get

that noose just right...

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

...slowly strangle and choke...

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

But that very rarely happens, Jim,

swallowing the tongue.

Stop, stop!

There. I don't know how

you'll get by Ben Gunn...

...but you're free from here, at least.

- Oh, that's my matey.

If ever the day comes

that I can help you, why, I...

I'm going to...

What's the matter?

I guess you'll have

to help me up, matey.

It's my rheumatism.

This place is damp in here.

No, no, no. I'm ticklish 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 pistol.

- No, there'll be no blood spilled in this.

- Oh, no, not for Ben Gunn.

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