Treasure Island Page #5

until they find the treasure.

What of the men onboard, sir?

Silver's bound to leave some to watch us.

They could come down on us

any moment.

Why, then we hold the cabin,

and God defend the right.

Young Jim can tell us...

Hold on. Where's Jim Hawkins?

Go on.

Okay. Here.

- Here.

- Get them muskets in the boat.

All right, all right, all right.

- Take that.

- All right. Yeah.

Get that musket stowed.

All right, relax. Quiet now.

- Keep her steady now. Here, grab it.

- Hold it.

Israel, you will stay aboard...

...and keep an eye on them gentlemen

in the cabin.

Aye, aye, Barbecue.

Good lad, get your head down.

Get aboard, you lubber.

Cast off forward.

Give way together. Oar.

Break your back, you lubbers.

Give me some sweat there, you swab.

Stand by the beachhead.

- Hey.

- Easy, guv.

Jim, wait.

Wait. Wait, Jim!

No sooner had I stowed away

aboard the long boat...

... than I could not

wait to get out of it.

Remembering the squire's words, I set off

into the hinterlands of the island...

... to spy upon Silver and his men.

Look sharp, Joycie. You might...

Load, Joycie, load.

You bloody philistine.

I'm doing my bloody best, aren't I?

- Get it.

- There's a lot of men.

Up your ass with your...

- Out of the way, Joyce.

- Move it! Turn about!

Move out!

I'm terrible sorry, sir.

I seem to have wounded one in the leg.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

You fight in self-defense.

No, sir. I was aiming for his head.

This musket's was firing low.

Silver, you're old, and you're honest,

or has the name for it.

You'll tell me you'll be led away

by that kind of a mess of swabs. Not you.

Well, um...

...shine or hang,

that's about the lay of it.

To turn against my duty,

I'd soon to lose my hand.

- In the name of God, what was that?

- That?

I reckon that'd be Allan.

Then rest his soul for a true seaman.

Amen to that.

As for you, Long John,

you can go to the devil.

Good God, not Jim.

I pray not.

Damn that traitor, Silver.

Down, duck!

Hunter, come with me.

Captain, I'd like to go ashore in the gig

and reconnoiter.

If Jim's still alive,

then maybe I can help him.

Uh, Hunter can row me in, that still

leaves you four men to hold the ship.

Very well, doctor.

- Be sure you're back before sunset.

- I will.

- Doctor, watch out for that scoundrel Silver.

- Yes.

- Take him ashore, Hunter.

- Aye, aye, captain.

- Who are you?

- I'm poor Ben Gunn.

I'm marooned on this island...

...and I haven't seen a Christian soul

for these three years.

Were you shipwrecked?

No, matey. Marooned.

Aye, marooned three long year ago.

And I've lived on berries

and goats ever since.

My heart is sore for a Christian diet.

You wouldn't happen to have a piece

of cheese about you now, would you?

No. No.

Many's a night, I've dreamed of cheese.

Toasted, mostly.

If ever I can get back aboard my ship,

you could have cheese by the stone.

- Shall I, matey? Oh, thank you.

- But that's neither here nor there.

For how are we get onboard?

Well, there's my boat, if it comes to that.

I dug it with my own two hands.

It's in the mangrove swamps

by the mouth of the river.

We might try that after dark.

What be your name, matey?

Jim.

Jim Hawkins.

Jim Hawkins.

Well, I'm pleased

to make your acquaintance.

You wouldn't think to look at me,

would you, that I had a pious mother.

Well, I have. Remarkably pious.

And I'm back on piety now, Jim.

I thought it all out on

this lonely island...

...what providence had set me here.

Aye, and Captain Flint.

Flint?

Flint says you? Aye. I were on Flint's ship

when he buried the treasure.

Him and six along six strong seamen,

gone nigh on a week, they were.

And then one fine morning,

up went the signal...

...and back comes Flint,

all alone and by himself.

Aye, and the six... Aah!

Into a battle, murder and sudden death.

I often asked old Flint

where he buried the treasure.

I only wanted my fair share. Mine.

"Here's a musket," says he

and "There's a shovel," says he:

"Go ashore, if you like, then find it."

So they did, they left me,

well, for three years.

I've been man of the island,

light and dark.

But I'm rich. Rich.

You tell me true now, that ship

you came off, that wasn't Flint's ship?

It is not. Flint's dead.

But I tell you true, there are some

of Flint's men aboard and they've mutinied.

Some of Flint's men?

- Not one who hadn't had one leg?

- You mean Silver?

Aye, that was his name,

Long John Silver.

The devil couldn't hold

a lit candle to him.

Everyone was afraid of Flint...

...but even Flint

was afeard of Long John Silver.

Water.

It's sweet.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, this will do us quite well, I believe.

Sir?

Come along, Hunter, back to the ship.

No time to dillydally.

And most importantly,

there's a good supply of clean water.

It flows from a little spring

beneath the house.

It will serve us better

than our present situation onboard ship.

We can scarcely get at the water bags.

They're stored forward with the mutineers.

What do you...?

You mean I have to give up my ship?

Squire, with no water in this heat,

we won't last three days.

The doctor's quite right, I'm afraid.

Much as I hate to abandon my ship,

we stand a better chance...

...from a strategic point of view,

on a fortified situation on the island.

Once we've whipped these blaggards,

we can retake the ship at our leisure.

All right. You're the captain.

- Easy now, Hunter.

- Easy with that gun, Mr. Hunter.

- Careful.

- I have it. I have it.

Stow it forward, squire, if you please.

- Make it fast, Redruth.

- Come along, man, get aboard.

Take the ship, Joyce.

Row easy, men. They've spotted us.

Get Silver!

Get Silver! Go on, wake up! Go get Silver!

Row.

- That's the landing there, captain.

- Very good, doctor.

My God, the gun.

Run out your gun.

Israel was Flint's gunner,

for the love of God.

Row, lads.

Stretch out, sink or swim.

Mustn't mind if we swamp her now.

Primer.

Primer.

Right, squire, pick me off

one of those men. Hands, if possible.

Get out of there.

- Well shot.

- Good shot, squire.

Yes. Yes, it was. Thank you.

Thank you, Redruth. Thank you.

- Here.

- Hunter.

- Hunter.

- Save the guns.

Aye, aye, captain.

Keep your powder dry.

Come on, man. Coming through.

Get the powder keg.

Breathe out!

Come through with that.

Heave, they're coming out of their boat.

Move back here!

Hunter, come on.

He's down.

- I'm all right. I'm all right.

- Hold on, squire, the keg.

- Run to the stockade, men.

- Come on, come on, everybody.

Come on. Move yourself, man.

Now, this way. This way.

- Here we go.

- Come on, boys.

Run, run. Come on.

Move along, Joyce.

Come on. After them, lads.

Come on now, the other side of the hill.

Hold it. Hold it.

Up. Up, up.

- Sir!

- We're coming now.

Start it, Hunter.

Get him down. Get him down.

- George?

- Out of the way, George.

Down with them! Cut them down!

Fire!

Bloody hell.

Come on, sir.

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