Treasure Island Page #8

I've still got a shot in me locker.

Well, hand it over, lubber.

Step up, Dick, I won't eat you.

The black spot, I thought so.

Where might you have got the paper?

Oh, hello, this ain't lucky.

You've gone and cut this out of a Bible.

What fools cut a Bible?

There. What'd I say?

"No good'll come to that," I said.

Well, you've about fixed it now.

What soft-headed lubber had a Bible?

- Well, Dick.

- Then Dick can get to prayers.

- He's had his slice of luck as Dick.

- It weren't my idea.

Now, look here, Silver.

This crew's tipped you the black spot.

Turn it over, read what's wrote there.

Thank you, George.

You always was brisk for business...

...and knowed the rules by heart.

- Aye.

"Deposed."

Very pretty wrote to be sure.

Your hand of write, George?

You'll be captain next,

I shouldn't wonder.

You're done, Long John.

You made a hash of this cruise.

You let the enemy out of this trap here

for nothing? Why? I don't know.

Which you wouldn't let us go at them

on the march, neither.

Which made good sea sense to me.

And there's this here boy.

Now, you just step down here

and help vote.

- Is that all?

- Enough too.

We'll all swing and sun-dry

for your bungling.

And you're near the mark there

by Christ.

Looks like a hornpipe in a rope's end

at Execution Dock.

But my bungling? For you that done it.

You, George, and you, Tom Morgan...

...you infernal gang

of grass-combing lubbers.

Not me.

If I'd had my way, we'd be sitting

aboard the Hispaniola right now...

...eating a plum duff

with our hold full of treasure.

And you have that Davy Jones' insolence

to stand up for captain over me...

...George Merry,

you miserable son of a whore.

The map.

It's Flint's map.

That's Flint right enough. J.F.

A score below with a clove hitch to it, so he done ever.

- Where?

- Mighty pretty.

But how are we going to get away with it?

Us and no ship.

I give you warning, George,

one more word of your sauce...

...and I'll eat your liver for breakfast.

Now I resign, by thunder.

I'll let who you want for captain.

I'm done with it.

No, John, you're captain here.

Barbecue for captain.

Barbecue for captain.

Well, George, looks like you'll

have to wait another turn.

This, uh, black spot,

it ain't good for much now, is it?

Dick's crossed his luck

and spoiled his Bible, that's about all.

Here, Jim. Here's a curiosity for you.

It's from Revelation.

"Without are dogs and murderers."

Amen to that.

- Blockhouse, ahoy!

- It's the doctor.

Hello, doctor. Top of the morning.

We've got quite a surprise for you, sir.

A new boarder and lodger.

Fit as a fiddle and slept like a supercargo

alongside of old John.

- Doctor.

- Jim, what on...?

Aye, Jim as ever was.

Here's your patients. All ready, doctor.

Well, well, duty first.

Let's overhaul these patients of yours.

Well, George Merry, how goes it?

You're a pretty color, certainly.

Did you take your bolus?

- Has he taken his medicine, men?

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Aye, like a soldier.

- Good. Here's another draft. Go on.

- Next.

- Dick don't feel well, sir.

- I feel fine.

- Oh, step up here, lad.

- Let's see your tongue.

- No.

Tongue.

Clear. Your tongue is fit to frighten

the French. Another fever, Mr. Silver.

- Shocking.

- There.

- There. That come to spoiling Bibles.

- It wasn't my idea.

That's what come to being arrant asses,

not knowing honest air from poison.

Camping in a swamp.

You've got malaria, Dick.

Take this medicine.

Oh, come on, lad, take it.

That's it. Off you go.

Well, that's done for the day, I believe.

You see, Jim, as I'm a mutineer's doctor,

as a part of the bargain...

...I make it a point not to lose a man

for King George's gallows.

And now, I'd wish to have a talk

with this boy, please.

- No, no, my God.

- Oh, shut up, George.

Hawkins, give your word of honor as

a young gentleman not to slip your cable?

- Oh, just a darmy minute.

- Aye. Aye, sir.

All right, doctor,

you just step outside the palisade.

I'll bring the boy down.

You can yarn through the spars.

- Silver, you're playing...

- No, by thunder!

You bloody damn fools.

You think we're going to break the treaty

the very day we go hunting treasure?

Break it when the time comes.

Right.

Come along, Jim.

Easy, lad.

They can round on us in an instant.

Doctor.

Boy'll tell you how I saved his life

and were deposed for it too.

Steering mighty close to the wind

with these cutthroats.

You won't think it amiss, mayhap, to speak

a good word for me when the time comes.

Why, John, you're not afraid.

Doctor, you know I'm no coward...

...but I'll confess I have the

shakes upon me for the gallows.

That's a long stretch, is that.

And I'll step aside now.

So, Jim, here you are.

As you have brewed,

so shall you drink, my boy.

When Captain Smollet was well,

you dared not have ran off.

When he was wounded, by George,

it was downright cowardly.

Doctor, you might spare me.

I've blamed myself enough.

I'm as good as dead anyway.

I'd be dead by now if it weren't for Silver.

I'm not afraid to die.

And I guess I deserve it.

But if they should come to torture me...

Torture? Jim, Jim, we can't have this.

Whip over and we'll run for it.

- Doctor, I passed my word.

- Yes, I know, I know.

- But I gave my word.

- Yes, so you did, Jim.

But never mind all that.

I'll take it on my own shoulders.

Now, jump. One jump and you're out.

We'll run like antelopes. Hmm?

No.

You wouldn't do it yourself.

Very well. You're a brave lad.

But why should they want to talk to you?

Because they know

I know where the ship is.

- The ship?

- Yeah. The Hispaniola.

I cut her cable,

part by luck, part by risking.

I got her beached in the North Inlet,

safe and sound.

The ship.

Jim, well done.

At every step,

it's you that saves our lives.

You don't imagine

we're going to let you lose yours.

Silver.

Let me give you some advice.

I shouldn't be in too much hurry

to find that treasure.

I'll do what's possible, which that ain't.

Doctor, I can only save my life

and the boy's by seeking that treasure.

- You may lay to that.

- Very well.

But look for squalls when you find it.

Now, you said either too much

or too little.

Too much by far.

Now, you keep that boy

close beside you.

If you need any help, halloo.

Good day to you, Mr. Silver.

- Bye, Jim.

- Goodbye.

God keep you.

Come along, lad.

We're going on a treasure hunt.

Aah! Just you keep close alongside

of old Long John.

I've seen the doctor signal you to run

and I've seen you say no.

That's one to you, Jim.

South southeast, for Spy-glass Hill.

Mateys.

- Silver.

- He can't have found the treasure.

No, he didn't do that.

This here's only Spy-glass Hill.

What sort of way is that for bones to lie?

It ain't in nature.

I have a notion.

Spy-glass Hill, tall tree,

the point north and north northeast.

Here, Jim, just you take a bearing there

along the line of them bones.

North northeast. They point north.

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