Treasure Island Page #2

- What chest?

- Mother.

What's been happening here, Jim?

Is he dead?

Aye, dead.

Being in his cups again,

I shouldn't wonder.

Now, what about this chest?

He owes me money.

Mother, the captain said we have

the devil to pay and no pitch hot.

They tipped him the black spot.

That what?

Stop talking nonsense

and open the chest.

If there's money in there,

we'll have what's own us and no more.

Mother, listen to me, please.

They're coming for him at 10.

It's almost 10 now.

- Who's coming, Jim?

- The lubbers.

- They're coming for the captain.

- They can have him. That's broken.

What lubbers?

Blind Pew and Black Dog. Flint's men.

The captain said

they were after his sea chest.

Said he was the only one had it.

Had what?

Aha!

We'll have what he owes us

and not a penny more.

Mother, we must go to the village

and get Sheriff Dance.

Shh.

What's that?

Blind Pew. He's come back.

Come on, Mother. They'll cut our throats.

Come on, Jim.

No! No!

Let him go. No, you leave him.

No.

No.

Get out.

Jim. Quickly, come on. Jim. Come on.

It won't open.

It won't open, Jim.

No.

No!

- Stop it.

- Mother! Shake his...

- It's Billy.

- Someone's done for it.

Search him.

Run for the woods.

He's been overhauled already.

Aloft. Find the chest.

There's the chest.

The lady, you shucking lubbers.

Catch the boy. He's got it, you fools.

Pew, they've ransacked the bloody thing.

- It's gone. So's the money.

- And the money.

Come below and follow the boy.

All I want's to put his eyes out.

Scatter and find them.

They can't have gone far.

What the devil?

- Hey, who's that?

- Sheriff Dance.

Hey, let's go there, lads.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Black Dog, don't.

Israel.

You won't leave old Pew, mate.

Not old Pew.

Damn your eyes.

No.

- Leave him like that. After them.

- Aye, aye, sir.

After them.

Get up there.

Oh, dear.

Sheriff Dance saw a scooner

standing off and on in the cove.

Rather suspicious.

He reported it to me. Drink that.

I said we should roust up his men

and ride hard for the Admiral Benbow.

It were a lucky chance

we came when we did.

It were none too soon either.

They got the money, I presume.

They did not.

- Excuse me, doctor.

- Yes, Jim?

I don't think they're after the money.

What in fortune were they after then?

I think they were after this.

It should be put in a safe place.

To be sure, boy. Quite right.

We must go at once to Squire Trelawney

and open it in his presence.

He'll know what to do.

Jim, there's not a moment to lose.

Can you ride?

I tell you,

I have some business with the squire.

- Wake him up.

- No.

You must do it. We must wake him up.

Please do it. Please? Thank you.

- Livesey.

- Squire.

Well, where is it? Come on, man.

- Hawkins, you had quite the night, I hear.

- Yes, sir.

- Your coffee, sir.

- Thank you, Joyce.

Hot and hot.

Squire?

- Scotch, Livesey?

- Yeah, okay.

- Master Hawkins?

- That'll do, Joyce.

- Uh, milk, sir?

- All right. Thank you. Thank you.

- Uh, sugar, sir?

- No.

That'll do, Joyce.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, squire.

- First of all, we'll try the book.

- Yes.

"W. Burns, master's mate.

Off Palm Quay, he got it."

Some sort of an account.

"Bones his pile."

Can't make head nor tail of this.

Oh, Livesey, this is as plain as noon

to a seafaring man.

This is the black-hearted

scoundrel's account book.

Look, here. Now, look here.

This is a list of the town's sacked

or the ship's voyage...

...and here, the sums of Bone's share

of the loot.

Right you are.

You see what it is to be a traveler.

Now, and the other...

Treasure Island.

Bulk of treasure here.

Oh, God.

It must be...

"Tall tree, Spyglass shoulder,

bearing north northeast by north.

Skeleton Island, east southeast

and by east. Ten feet.

The bar sil...

The bar silver is in the north cache...

...at 10 fathom south of black crag.

Signed J. F."

For God's love, man.

- You know what this is?

- Pray enlighten me, sir.

J. F. John Flint.

This is Flint's map.

Bulk of treasure here.

That's Flint's treasure, man.

Who's this Flint?

Billy Bones said he was Flint's first mate.

He was the blood-thirstiest buccaneer

that ever sailed.

Well, Blackbeard was a child of Flint.

Ha, ha. Even the Spaniard

was so prodigiously afraid of him.

I must own,

I was proud he was an Englishman.

Sir, would this treasure be worth much?

Worth mu...?

Worth much.

Ha, ha. Why, lad, here's the sight of it.

I shall fit out a shipping

in Bristol dock within two weeks.

The finest vessel in England...

...and then we'll sail for the Spanish Main

within a month.

You, Hawkins,

shall come aboard as cabin boy.

Livesey here shall be surgeon,

and myself, admiral, of course.

And then we'll take along Joyce,

my man and, oh, great...

Well, that's capital, squire, capital,

but there's only one man I'm afraid of.

- Name the dog.

- You, sir.

For you cannot hold your tongue,

as well you know.

We aren't the only men to know

about this.

From first to last,

none of us must breathe a word.

Well, you're in the right of it,

doctor, as usual.

You may depend upon me.

I shall be as silent as a grave.

Goodbye, Jim.

Now, you take care of yourself.

And mind you,

do what your squire tells you.

Jim.

Bye, Mother.

The doctor and old Redruth,

the squire's gamekeeper...

... came for me at dusk

on the Bristol mail.

Next morning, we had turned the corner,

my home was out of sight.

And in no time at all,

Bristol laid bustling before us.

What is that?

Come on, lad.

The squire will keelhaul us if we're late.

Oh, Redruth, stop dawdling, man.

- Come on.

- Stay away.

There she is, Jim. The Hispaniola.

Bring the bag, Redruth.

Ahoy, Hispaniola!

Ahoy, on boat!

- Come on.

- Welcome aboard the Hispaniola, doctor.

- You're late.

- Better late than never, admiral.

The roads were muddy, sir.

We got stuck three times

on the way to Bristol.

Did you? Did you?

Yes, come on, Redruth, come on.

Don't hang back, man.

- Mr. Arrow, here, look after your tonnage.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Will you take a glass of port with me

in my cabin?

Nothing would please me better, sir.

- So when do we sail?

- Sail?

We sail tomorrow, boy. Ha, ha.

To the good ship

Hispaniola, gentleman.

A sweeter ship you could not imagine.

I give you joy over her, sir.

- To the Hispaniola.

- Hispaniola.

Mm. A child could sail her, doctor.

You know, I had a devil of a job

finding a crew for her.

Hard to find half a dozen

who knew the difference...

...between the main top and the keelson.

Are there no good seaman

in Bristol then?

Oh, well, doctor, I shall tell you.

I met this fellow on the dock.

Ahem. Old navy man.

Fought the French under Admiral Hawke,

lost a leg in action.

Kind of man

who makes England feared at sea.

Well, he found me a company

of the toughest old salts imaginable.

I declare,

we could fight a frigate with them.

Ha, ha. I'm glad to hear it.

What is the man's name?

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