Treasure Island Page #10

He's taken a sack of doubloons...

...and one of the gold bars.

- What?

Blast and damn.

Ben Gunn, what's the matter with you?

Didn't you see anything?

He must've gone right past you,

you waif-faced imbecile...

Oh, no, sir. I didn't see nothing, sir.

Just watching my course,

like a good seaman, sir. I was.

Can't you overhaul him, captain?

Oh, surely, you can sail the Hispaniola

faster than a little boat like that.

Not to windward.

He has the weather gauged of us, man.

We could tack about all night

and never catch him.

Of Silver, we heard no more.

That formidable, seafaring man

with one leg...

... has gone clean out of my life.

Perhaps he has found comfort

somewhere along the Spanish Main...

... plying his old trade.

As for Treasure Island,

the bar silver lies there still...

... but wild horses couldn't drive

me back to that accursed place.

In my worst nightmares, I still hear

the surf booming along its coast.

I sit up right in bed, with the sharp voice

of Captain Flint ringing in my ears.

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