Treasure Island Page #3

Uh, John Silver.

They call him Long John Silver.

He's even volunteered to come aboard

the ship's cook.

- Remarkably civil of him.

- Indeed. What a youthful man.

You know, while I think of it, young Jim,

you cut ashore in the gig...

...and give my compliments to Mr. Silver

and tell him civil-like, mind you...

...to be aboard by the evening gun.

We sail tomorrow with the tide.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, you'll find him...

...at the side of the Spyglass.

Tall fellow, one leg. Can't miss him.

I'm begging your pardon, sir. Could you

tell me where I could find John Silver?

Long John?

He'll be somewhere in the back.

Bug us not.

Mr. Silver, sir.

Such is my name to be sure.

And who might you be, lad?

Jim Hawkins, sir,

ship's boy of the Hispaniola.

Squire Trelawney's compliments

says you're to come on board tonight...

...if you please.

We sail at dawn.

Jim Hawkins, is it?

Pleased I am to meet you.

Come, lad. I expect you're hungry.

A person like you

is always hungry as sharks.

I remember when I was just a reefer

in the king's navy.

We was fighting the Dutch

off Batavia at war.

Black Dog. Stop him, that's Black Dog,

that's one of Flint's men.

I don't care two coppers who he is.

He ain't paid his bill.

You are Morgan.

You was drinking with him.

You never clapped eyes

on this Black Dog...

...before now, did you?

- No, sir.

- You never heard of him neither, did you?

- No, Barbecue, on my mother's grave.

You never had a mother.

- What was he saying to you anyway?

- He was saying...

Well, we was jawing of keelhauling.

Yeah. Mighty suitable topic too.

Back to your place for a lubber, Tom.

Come. Set yourself down. Out of there.

Black Dog.

Let's see.

Yes, I've seen that swab before.

He used to come in here

with a blind man.

I knew that blind man.

His name was Pew.

It were. He looked like death.

Sheriff Dance ran him down

back at Admiral Benbow.

You see here, Hawkins, you're smart.

Smart as paint.

I seen that right off.

This here's a blessed hard thing

for an honest man like me.

Here I've got this confounded son

of a Dutchman...

...sitting under my roof, drinking my rum.

What will Squire Trelawney think?

Are you pleased

with your ship's company then?

Oh, yes, on the whole, I am...

...but I tell you frankly, doctor,

I'm disappointed in the captain.

Good afternoon, squire.

- I beg your pardon. May we have a word?

- Ahem. Yes, yes. Certainly.

May I present my particular friend

Dr. Livesey.

Uh, doctor, this is Captain Smollet,

late of His Majesty's Royal Navy.

- At your service.

- How did you do, captain?

Gentlemen, I don't like this cruise.

I don't like the men.

I don't like my first officer.

That's it. Short and sweet.

And I suppose you don't like

your ship either.

- The backstays need adjusting I believe.

- Backstays indeed.

- And what about your employer, huh?

- Stay a bit. Stay a bit.

The captain has either said too much

or he has said too little. Now, why?

I was engaged, sir,

on sealed orders to sail this ship...

...where the gentleman bids me.

Very well, duty is duty.

But now I find every man onboard

knows more than I do.

Next thing I learn, we're going after

treasure from a young crew, mind you.

Now, I'm told you have a map of an island

with longitude and latitude...

...and crosses to show

where old Flint's treasure is buried.

Well, I never said a word.

- No, no, I swear it.

- There is one more thing.

- Oh, yes, and what's that, pray?

- Powder and arms, sir.

Powder and arms.

They're stowing them in the forehold.

Why not put the arms here in the cabin

where we can get at them and they can't?

That is the custom aboard ship,

I might add.

Look, captain, I will not be told what is the

custom aboard my own ship and what isn't.

- I've been to sea before, you know.

- Captain Smollet, do you fear a mutiny?

No, sir.

- I would not sail at all if I did.

- Then what are you suggesting?

Doctor, store the arms and powder aft

and keep a weather eye out for treachery.

And for God's sake,

don't say another word...

...about this treasure business.

Or upon your soul,

it'll be life or death on a lee shore.

Silver, where in blazes have you been?

Get below and serve up a hot meal, man.

- It'll be a long night.

- Aye, captain.

Supper for the hands directly. Israel.

Hoist up my sea chest.

- Where you want them?

- Right.

Anderson, what's this restowing

of the bloody muskets?

Captain's orders.

All arms and powder to be stored aft.

By thunder, if we do that,

we'll miss the morning tide.

Less talking there, Follett.

Get below, Mr. Silver.

- I'll not tell you again.

- Aye, sir.

- You throw... You stow some of them arms...

- Hey, you, ship boy...

...get below and help the cook.

If you can't find work, I'll find it for you.

There are no favorites.

Aye, aye, sir.

Very well, Mr. Arrow,

unmoor ship if you please.

Aye, aye, sir. All hands on deck!

Weigh anchor!

- Topman weigh aloft!

- Topman weigh aloft!

Come on, you.

Turn your backs into it.

Come on! Heave! Heave!

Heave! Heave!

Come on.

Anchor aweigh!

- It can drive!

- It can drive away, sir.

Very well. Make sail.

All hands big sail!

Aweigh! Aloft! Here now!

- Hoist up!

- Sail!

On you go, lads.

High up there now! Go on, Lee!

Up you go, lad.

Bringing us in, all hands on deck.

- Headsails and courses, Mr. Arrow.

- Headsails and courses there.

Think of those.

Keep your helm, Mr. Hands.

This is used for the masts.

Rattles there, see, right up to the top.

Let fall.

- Let fall!

- Let fall!

Let fall!

Okay, now, answer me.

Bring these things to Mr. Arrow.

Southwest by south, Mr. Hands.

- Southwest by south.

- Hey, you, get over here.

- And heave!

- Come on.

- Heave! Heave!

- Go on.

- Lend a hand, lad.

- In the helm, she goes.

Heave! Come on!

Put your backs into it!

Heave! Come on,

you scruffy smelly dogs!

Heave! Heave!

- Heave!

- Gangway!

- Come on, away now!

- Set brails!

Get up there, you.

Come on, now weigh it out there.

That were done

man-of-war fashion there, Jim.

Turn that topsail, Daniel.

What is the matter

with that topsail there?

Turn the forward topsail!

We have vast passage and a fair wind

for the Caribbean with that captain.

- He may be in need of that.

- Ready? Ready she goes.

Raise topsail!

Aye, aloft!

- Against the bow!

- Raise topsails!

- Strike the main course!

- Man the gallants!

Don't you worry, lad,

this breeze is nothing.

Just a little Biscay blow,

won't last more than three or four days.

Oh, God.

Please, just let me die.

Oh, happens that Uncle Long John's

fixed you a nice plate...

...of soft pork stew

that'll make you feel...

Ah. Mr. Arrow.

- It's coming on a little early.

- This is a right stuff one, huh?

Chills a man clean through

to the bone, Silver, all the same.

Would you care for a bit of a draft, sir?

I, uh, keeps a little rum up for it here.

For cooking, don't you know?

This'll warm the cockles of your heart.

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