Treasure Island Page #9

I thought so.

This here's a pointer.

By thunder,

that Flint were a cold bastard.

Him and six was alone here.

He killed them, every man.

And this one he hauled here

and laid out with a compass for a bearing.

Shiver my timbers.

Six they were and six are we.

Great guns, if Flint were living now,

this'll be a hot spot for you and me.

Clear there, stow this talk. Flint's dead.

Fetch a course for the doubloons.

The point north to north northeast.

Come on, lad.

George, rig a line, aloft with you.

There you go, lad.

Get into that line now.

All right, lad.

Clamp on to that part.

Jim, I can manage.

I told you, you can make it with me.

Off you go.

Good lad.

Heave away.

I don't feel sharp.

Thinking of Flint, it were, has done me.

Thinking at all has done you,

Tom Morgan.

You can praise your stars Flint's dead.

He died bad, Flint did.

He was an ugly devil too.

Blue in the face.

That's how the rum took him.

Right, he did. And all around him.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

It's Flint, by thunder.

Flint as ever it was.

- Holy spirit...

- Now, hold fast now.

That might've come about

that someone's larking about.

Someone that's flesh and blood too,

you may lay to that.

But you know,

that sounded mighty like Flint to me.

Darby McGraw.

Darby McGraw.

Fetch aft the rum, Darby.

Darby McGraw.

They were his last words.

His last words on this Earth.

But one man of his crew alive,

what went to sea with 75.

That fixes it. Let's go.

Hold on now.

There's nobody on this island

ever heard of Darby, none but us.

- Also the devil.

- You hear me.

I come to get that treasure.

I was never afeard of Flint in life, and by

the powers, I ain't afeard of him dead.

There's 700,000 pounds

not a quarter mile from here.

It's child's play to find it.

Seven hundred thousand

gold and silver.

- And jewels too, I recollect.

- Aye.

Jewels by the bushel baskets.

- And silver bars.

- Aye.

Think on it, lads.

Seven hundred thousand pounds.

Belay there, John.

Don't you go a-crossing the spirit.

Spirit, eh? Well, maybe.

But man or beast or spirit,

I don't care if it's Beelzebub himself...

...I'm going to get that loot.

Aye, that's about the right bearing.

No time, my mates. All together!

- It's gone.

- What?

- Someone must've been here before us.

- Son of a dog.

Seven hundred thousand pounds,

by thunder, gone to the devil.

No.

Here, Jim, standby for trouble.

Two guineas.

- Is that it?

- By God.

Two guineas.

That's your 700,000 pounds, is it?

Keep digging, boys.

You'll find some pignuts,

I shouldn't wonder.

Pignuts? Damn your lies.

Look at him. He knew it all along.

Take a look at his face, mates.

You'll see it right there.

Standing for captain again, George?

Silver.

It's the doctor!

Run.

Now, George, I reckon I settled you.

- Jim, are you all right?

- Fair enough, doctor.

Thank you, doctor.

You come in just about the nick, I'd say.

Ben Gunn.

Well, here you are.

Aye, I am Ben Gunn. I am.

And how do, Mr. Silver?

Pretty well, thank you, says you.

Darby McGraw. Darby McGraw.

- Ha, ha.

- It was Ben that found the treasure.

By God, how in blazes did he do that

without the map?

I found the skeleton, same as you...

...and I dug up the treasure

and carried it all on my back.

Many weary journeys it were too.

And I stored it all safely in my cave.

Ben.

Ben, to think it was you that done me.

No wonder you was so quick to give us that

map, doctor. It weren't good for nothing.

- Jim? Jim. Jim, thank God, you're still alive.

- You too, squire.

Good day to you, squire. It was life

or death on a lee shore for Jim and me.

Back to back, we were.

Long John Silver, you're a

prodigious villain and a liar, sir.

A monstrous impostor, sir.

The doctor here says I'm not to prosecute you

and I'll keep that side of the agreement.

But the dead men hang about your neck

like millstones, sir.

- Thank you kindly, squire.

- I dare you to thank me!

Jim. Well, Jim.

Silver, I see you've managed

to save your own neck once again.

Aye, aye, captain.

Come back to do me duties, sir.

Ah, yes.

You're a man to keep your word.

We all know that.

Stand aside, sir.

Jim, come with me.

I have something to show you.

Here, look.

Oh, my.

Jim...

...Flint's blood money.

- Well, squire.

- Doctor.

I was kept busy all day in the cave,

packing the minted money into bags.

There was nearly every variety

of money in the world:

English, French, Spanish, Portuguese,

Chinese and Arabian coins...

... Georges and louis...

... gold doubloons

and double guineas and moidores...

... and sequins and

silver pieces of eight.

All the treasure Flint had amassed

in a lifetime of blood and murder.

All the way, sir.

You cack-handed old fool,

what are you doing?

I've been ashore too long, sir.

- Squire.

- Thank you, Silver.

Squire.

Come on, come on, come on.

Put your back into it up front.

From the pirates who had fled

into the hinterlands, we heard no more.

We rowed out a great kedge anchor

on a hawsehole...

... and at the crest of the flood tide,

winched the Hispaniola off the sandbar...

... and set sail at last for home.

Headsails and courses, Mr. Hunter.

Jim? Let go clew lines and foot lines.

Haul away!

Can't say I'm sorry

to see the last of that island be gone.

I hope I never see it again.

A power of good men died aboard there.

And what's to become of old Long John?

Well, I expect you'll stand for trial.

I will testify on your part, as I promised.

Aye, Jim, your word's good,

I knows that.

But them lawyers, they got ways...

...of twisting a man's words,

bending them back on him...

...till he's fouled by his own haws,

as it were.

I have a mortal fear of hanging.

You know that, Jim.

You never seen a man hanged aboard ship,

did you?

Ran up to the end of the yardarm

by his own mess mates.

Black hood over his face,

kicking and screaming, strangling slow.

Can take hours to die.

Not a pretty sight at all.

I wouldn't think so.

But maybe you should've thought of that

before you turned to piracy.

I won't be fooled by you again,

Long John.

You saved my life

and I'll try and save yours.

Meanwhile, maybe you better get below.

The captain will be piping supper soon.

He'll have your other leg off,

if it's not ready.

You bucko.

What a pair we two could've made.

Evening, Ben Gunn.

Evening, Barbecue.

Wouldn't it be a mortal shame

if you was to cry out now?

I might just let this here knife slip

and cut your throat to the neck bone.

It's mighty sharp.

- Right.

- Right.

Now, you just stay the course there and

give your old shipmate time to get away...

...and I'll forget all about

how you done me back there at the island.

Aye, aye, captain.

You give me a good half hour

to get up to windward, mind you.

I will.

And the best of luck to you, Silver.

Silver's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

For God's sake, man,

will you ever learn to knock?

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