All language subtitles for Treasure Island

Glass of double rum.

This here is a quiet cove. Much company,
mate? Not much, sir.

Who'd be the owner?

My mother.

Where is your mother?

In the town.

Hmm.

What's your name?

Jim Hawkins.

Well, Jim, you seem so likely, lad.

Ever notice a seafaring man alongside
this here grog shop?

Not many come out so far, sir.

None by the name of Captain William
Bones?

Was it a one -legged man?

No, sir.

But he had a terrible scar.

Black Dog.

When you seize Black Dog, you lay to it.

The man with the one leg ain't far off.

Rum, Jim.

Fetch me rum. I can't, Captain.

I promised Dr. Lizzie.

Oh, hang on, Doctor.

Give me rum.

Captain Bones, doctor said it'd kill
you.

If you don't stop, I'll run to town for
the doctor.

And the squire, too.

Got to get my strength back, Jim.

Got to pull out of here.

Now then, boy, take me to Captain Billy
Bones or I'll break your arm.

Straight to him now.

March.

Here's a friend for ye, Bill.

It's pew, pew as ever was, Bill.

with a gift from all your old shipmates.

Boy, take him by the wrist and bring his
hat close to mine.

Until dark.

They come at dark.

I know what they're after, but they
won't get it out of me.

What's rightful mine is mine.

Give me your hand here.

We'll do that one -legged man, yes.

Thank you.

Grounded, Jim.

Can't shove off.

Go and bring help.

And don't peach.

And I'll go shares.

If... If them muttonheads slip me the
black spot...

Gets here before you come back.

They won't find that on me.

Skip now.

Good luck, baby.

Rouse out, mates!

Horses coming!

Run for it!

Well, Lucy?

Did his doomsday. But he wasn't killed.
He died of shock.

Or rum.

I wonder what those rascals wanted of
him.

I think I can tell you, Squire
Trelawney.

Now he's dead again.

That's my life.

Doctor, Flint's map.

How did you come by it, lad?

Why, he gave it to me, sir, when he sent
me for help.

He said I'd share.

Share what?

You don't know.

Pirate treasure man, Flint's gold.

Why, everybody knows of the ships Flint
plundered.

That fellow must have been the only one
who knew where the treasure was hid.

So that's what those scoundrels wanted,
the map of Flint's treasure island.

Latitude, longitude.

Crosses to mark the deposits.

Money to roll in.

You're a trump, young Hawkins. Mark my
words, you will share.

Spideless hill bearing south -southeast
to finger -trunk tree by Devil's Rock.

Thence two cables south.

Go on, go on.

Bare to larboard. Due northeast a foot
of white crag. Ten paces east.

Chest of seven.

100 ,000 pounds.

My servants, Livesey.

Come in, Tom Redruth. Come in, Williams.

They got away, sir.

They had a lugger tied up at Kitts Hole,
sir. Aye.

You gave them a run for it, boys.

They'll not be back.

Thank you, Tom Redruth.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Mum's the word.

We'll take Reynolds and Williams along,
make sailors of them. We'll have

favourable winds, a quick passage, and
gold not to play duck and drake with

after. Eh, Hawkins? If you weren't so
confounded exclamatory, Trelawney, we

might understand you better.

Just what is it you propose to do? Do?
Fit out a ship? That's what I'll do.

With a clue like this by Christopher,
we'll have Flint's treasure if it takes

year. Can't you feel the deck under your
feet and a good trade wind filling our

sails?

A doctor can't go chasing across the
world and leave his practice behind him.

I'm your practice. I'm your practice.

You think I'd put the sea without a
ship's doctor?

Besides, it's a risky business.

We aren't the only ones who know of
Flint's map.

Those fellows who ransacked this
internet are desperate men.

Surely you don't fear them, Libsey?

No. There's only one man I'm afraid of.
Name the dog.

You, sir. For you can't hold your
tongue.

Why? I confound you, doctor. I'm no
tittle -tattle.

In a venture of this kind, I'd be silent
as a grave.

Now then, Hockey, tomorrow I start for
Bristol to find a ship. Once you settle

your affairs here, you and Jim can
follow.

Jim? My Hawkins shall come.

You'll make a famous cabin boy, Hawkins.
His mother may have something to say

about that.

She'd listen to you, sir, if she knew
you were going.

Until I've made up my own mind, I don't
know what I could tell her. Tell her

that in three weeks' time...

Three weeks, two weeks, ten days.

Jim Hawkins will be sailing with the
choicest crew and the finest ship's

in all England.

Will you, sir? To be sure he will, boy.

I'll wager my wig on it.

Squire Trelawney.

Admiral Trelawney, at least.

Lindsay, ahoy!

Ahoy!

And Jim, how did you two find the
journey?

Abominable roads.

The sea's the only high road for an
Englishman.

Come here.

There she rides, Lindsay.

The good ship is Spaniola.

Beautiful, stout too.

She'll bring back all the pirate gold
that we can put aboard us.

Shh, no talk of treasure in a public
place, I beg of you. Aye, mum's the

Jim.

Well, Jim, don't you want to eat, lad?

If there's time before we sail, sir.

Sail? When do we sail?

Better ask Captain Smollett.

Five days he's been selecting a crew.

Six men, all he's got to show for it.

Cautious, eh? Cautious, he pries into
every seaman's house like a judge at a

quarter session.

When I threatened to step in, he told me
to hire a sea cook.

So by Jove, I did hire a sea cook. Right
out of his own tavern. A fellow by the

name of Long John Silver.

I didn't waste my time poring over his
credentials.

All the credentials I needed was a taste
of his ham and his buttered eggs.

You can judge for yourself.

Top of the morning, gentlemen.

Aye, John Silver.

Ziggy down at Cable's a star, but if he
kindly will.

you, sir, piping off.

And this be for Dr.

Nipsey.

Asking his pardon for being that
familiar, but Squire, he's told me so

about the two of ye, it comes natural to
call ye by name, it do.

And this will be young Master Orkins,
I'll be bound.

Orkins.

Tis a proper seafaring name, too.

You run your house well, my man. And you
keep a good table, too.

Thank ye kindly, sir.

It isn't often I see fruit in an English
tavern for breakfast. It's a rule of

health I learned while sailing under the
immortal ark.

Ah, rest him. You sail under the ark?
That I did see him sailing under the

When you shipped with the admiral, you
never took scurvy from the saltbark and

aardbeck. Not with a barrel of apples
aboard for the men that you want.

There's sense in that, Trelawney.
Something we could profit by.

And, well, by gad, there'll be apples on
my ship, too.

You favors the Admiral yourself, Squire,
if I may say so.

Why, you and he could make up your mind
like that.

Go on, now. That he do, sir.

I've noticed it afore.

It wouldn't surprise me none to hear you
say, Eve at the anchor, we sails on the

hour. Can't say it without a crew.

And all the hemming and hawing that goes
on, you'd think there wasn't an honest

seaman to be had in Bristol.

I begs to differ, sir, if I may make so
bold.

Why... There's a full cargo of my own
shipmates, assailed with orc, becarmed

right here in Bristol.

So many inside, if some of them was
scarred in the service of England.

And they with no pensions neither.

Could a score of those four must -hands
be had on short notice? Aye, sir, but

they wouldn't be pretty enough for the
modern taste.

Nowadays, they pick the younger men by
the cut of their jib, not the old ones

for their experience.

Appearances be hanged.

Silver, get me those men.

But it ain't a cook's place to muster no
hands.

That's Captain's word. It's an owner's
place, Mother Hokie.

If you can bring in a crew of your stout
-hearted dads come sundown, I, for one,

will be greatly obliged.

Well, sir, if it is owner's orders...
Bully boy!

But I don't like to be pushing a thwart
my betters, but...

I'll say this, sir. I know every seaman
in these here parts like the palm of his

hand. Did you know Captain Billy Bones?

Bones?

Billy Bones?

What ship did he sail in, matey? He was
a pirate.

Had no speaking acquaintance with
pirates.

Less than they boarded us.

Hi, Jim.

You're the spitting image of me when I
was your age.

Head full of pirates.

But you'll find, same as I, that the sea
be mostly hard work.

And the biggest satisfaction a man gets
is doing his duty. Quite right, eh, Jim?

Come to see, shall we go aboard?

But I just thought if you knew Billy
Bone... Gosh, you... did. Of course he

Begging your pardon, squire.

Could he spare me the lad today? I've
mordened my hands full putting in ship

shape and rounding up a crew.

Sound idea.

You stand under my hand, Jim.

But sir.

Don't fail me, Silver.

Come now, Jim lad. Time be wasted.

Down there, me.

Leave it away!

Leave it away!

Leave it away!

Leave it away!

Who are you, you old bumbo?

Believe!

Ain't you the pretty one?

Swearing blue fire in front of a
gentleman.

Living up to her name, she be.

Captain Flint, I calls her.

After the famous buccaneer.

T 'was the pirates taught her to swear.

Now, if you want to know about pirates,
just you ask Captain Flint why she can,

well, blow me down for an old sea calf.

Do you know any pirates, says you? Not
on speaking terms, says I.

Yet here under my nose is Captain Flint.

I wager you can't make her talk.

Pirates, Captain Flint!

Pirates!

You're a smart one, Jim.

Smart as paint you are.

Can't everyone can make that bird talk?

That's a double rum.

One of them swabs. After him, all of
you.

Run him down.

And if you don't catch him, don't you
come back.

What was he doing here, I'd like to
know.

Sharks like him.

They'll give my house a bad name.

What would the new landlord say?

Why, he'd never set foot in the place
again.

Now, Woody.

Doggin, I never thought the day had come
I'd need this pistol against them

cutthroats.

Heavy ball and a light charge of powder
works best on a touchy little craft like

this here.

Try the balance?

See the engraving on the trigger guard?

Solid silver.

Butler of London made that there side
arm for Admiral Org.

And the Admiral, he give it to me for
loyal service aboard the old Portland.

Do we think you could shoot him?

Oh, yes, sir.

All right, then.

You are a smart one.

I might have known you could handle a
firearm.

Now, put it in your pocket and keep it
there at half cock.

But don't go waving it in the face of
every man who asks for a glass of stout.

Oh, no, Mr. Silver. But if you clamp
your deadlights on that there black dog

again, repel borders.

I know, sir. And I know the lad I can
trust while I'm out doing my duty by

squire. And when I come back, I'll have
a crew and you'll have a pistol.

You mean to keep?

That's my meaning, lady.

You've got the word of Long John Silver.

Shipmates.

Shipmates.

I see you did it, Silver. Like I said,
Mr.

Trelawney, they paint pretty, but they
nose the sea.

Picked up Ork's old elmsman, we did.

And a bosun what pipes man o' war
fashions.

Splendid, Silver.

Splendid.

Captain.

Well, Captain, here's your crew.

Would you care to have a word with them?

Mr. Arrow.

Yes, sir.

Record the names and sailing records of
every man jack on board for entry into

the log.

And chalk your watches.

Aye, aye, sir.

Get forward.

Step lively.

Now, sir, I'd like to have a word with
you in the cabin, if I may.

And you, Doctor.

Captain Smollett, here's to our speedy
departure.

Thank you, sir.

But I have something on my mind, and at
the risk of giving offense, I'd better

speak plain.

I don't like this cruise, and I don't
like the men.

Possibly, sir, you may not like your
employer either.

Stay a bit, Trelawney. No need for ill
feeling until we hear the captain out. I

don't like secret voyages, Mr.
Trelawney, when the only secret kept is

in my sealed orders.

Everybody else about the town is saying
that we're headed for a treasure island

with a marked map to guide us.

Someone's been talking.

Well, I never breathed a word.

Let's see, have you?

In my experience, a venture of this kind
may mean life and death and a close

run. We may need a trustworthy crew.

Not one recruited by the ship's cook.

That ship's cook was acting under my
orders, sir.

Well, is the cook responsible for the
ship's safety?

Oh, really, I... We're all concerned
with the ship's safety,

Captain. As matters stand, what measures
would you propose?

Two. The whereabouts of any treasure
maps to be kept strictly secret from

and my mate, Mr. Arrow.

The firearms removed from the forward
hold and stored aft, here.

Surely you don't anticipate mutiny?

If I did, I wouldn't put to sea at all.

But a garrison arrangement's a sensible
precaution.

That's fair enough, Trelawney.

Very well.

If it'll get us out to sea.

Agreed, sir. Good.

I'll be up to it.

You will find I'll do my duty.

Hang it, Livesey. Why do you take the
fellow's part?

Because I think our captain's a very
conscientious man.

I find his conduct un -English.

Downright un -English.

Way, anchor, Mr. Ello.

All hands on deck. And the windlass.

What do you say about our crew now?

Ah, they're seamen of sorts, sir.

Shade better than Lord Mayor's men, and
no worse than dark wallopers brought

aboard by the press king.

Mr. Arrow, brace your boyards.

Aye, aye, sir.

Leave forebrace.

Avast!

Avast!

Mr. Arrow, conceal weapons, sir.

Bring that man out.

What's your name?

George Mary, sir.

I suppose you sailed with Admiral Hawk,
too.

Aye, sir.

Master gunner. You brought your own
cannon aboard.

Men accustomed to warfare do arm
themselves.

Not when engaged on peaceful commercial
enterprise.

Any further offense?

Foul lashes.

And that... Goes for all the folks who
hands.

See to it, Mr. Arrow.

Aye, sir.

Dismissed.

I'll have to turn mine in, too.

Yeah.

You ain't let no one see it, have you?

No, sir.

They'd need to go hard with Long John if
you was to turn it in now.

But why?

Well, here is a... With a suspicious
turn of mind, and ears long, John,

out firearms to an able -bodied seaman
like yourself.

But I'd do no harm with it.

Would you keep him out of sight?

Yes, sir.

You ain't giving to rum -drinking, are
you?

Oh, no, sir.

Nor quarrelsome like some I could name.

I don't want no meat peaching on me.

You shouldn't have crossed him, George.
Now he can take away our rum ration. You

know his reputation. And drink it all
himself. Why did you give him the chance

then?

You heard the orders.

Seaman knives his all and them in full
sight.

Well, Israel hands.

Here's one he don't get.

Ain't that a beauty now?

Why, a knife like that'd bring down a
gal.

Devil burn me, John Silver. Don't you
think it can come that over me?

Time you learn, George Mary. Just who is
Captain aboard this here commercial

enterprise?

A captain as was a captain wouldn't have
that mate around sticking his nose into

folks' business.

You lay a finger on Mr. Harrow and
you'll answer to me.

Arrow be a friend of Long John Silver's,
and I plans to take care of him.

Be that clear, George, Mary.

No, matey, if you and me was worth our
salt, we'd think out a way to sweeten

Arrow's disposition.

I know.

what I'll do and... Plum Duff. Oh, my
mother made that?

Tasted proper on a cold night, didn't
it?

Did, uh... Did your mother ever put a
drop of rum in it?

Good and strong.

So the smell went up your nose.

Aye, it's too bad we ain't got none.

Plum Duff ain't no better than Bill's
water without rum.

Can't you get rum for cooking? And have
Captain suspect me of sneaking double

drug? I could ask Weyer for some.

Without Captain knowing.

I'm sure I could.

Blow me down so he could.

You have an egress and regress to the
gentleman in the cabin.

But can you keep that many secrets?

Aye, aye, sir.

You're a good 'un, Jim.

I seen that from the start.

I don't know.

and the party go topside again.

Plumbed up.

I made him special for you, sir.

And that's what gives it the flavor.

Sweetened to suit your taste.

I forgot, George.

I'm the one what's taking care of Mr.

Arrow.

And it shall be entered in the log that
Mr. Arrow, mate on the Hispaniola, was

washed overboard in a storm on the night
of May 14th.

And his body...

not recovered for burial.

Unto Almighty God, we commend the soul
of our brother departed and commit his

body to the deep.

Amen.

Do you think we'll ever

sight land again?

We will.

When?

There are signs.

What signs?

Well, there's vapors, mostly.

The crew always gets quarrelsome towards
the end of a voyage.

All the beer's gone and the water keg's
crawling.

And all you've got left is salt pork and
boiled beans and boiled beans and salt

pork. There's a few apples left.

And when the last apple's up, we'll
sight land.

Then I'm going to eat them all up. Good.

Hey!

Fetch me one. Aye, aye, sir.

What do you think, George? We can take
this ship right

now. Then what are we waiting for?

That's what I want to know.

Since me and Norton joined you, the only
crew left on Captain's side is Gry and

Joyce and Hunter. Then I say cut their
throats!

And I say there'll be no killing till I
give the word.

What's come over you, John? When you
were sailing with Flint, it was cut and

ripped. John's gone too genteel for
bloodletting. You sick -headed swab.

Who got rid of arrows so quiet that no
one suspected?

Not even young Orkins, who brought me
the rum for the job.

And who could he firearms in the same
way when the time comes?

Nobody's crossing here, John, but we
still had luck to know what we're

for. We're waiting while a first -class
navigator like Captain Smollett sails

his ear bumble to our destination.

We can steer a course, but who's to set
one?

You'll get plenty of cut and rip when
the time comes.

But until I gives the signal, lay to.

Oh, well, wait, but it won't be easy.

Well, I want some pickles and wine and a
mouthful of rum, I do. Well, the thirst

is on me.

Bite into a pippin' real savage.

It staves off the desire.

I just can't believe it.

I'd never have questioned his loyalty.

Everything he told us was a lie.

I've been a fool, sir.

You're not the only one, lad.

Captain Smollett, I own myself an ass.

You were right, I was wrong.

No more wrong lies, Squire.

I'm the man that signed Scully and
Norton, and they've turned against me.

Precious few of us left now.

Counting Joyce, Gray, Hunter, Redruth,
Williams, that makes us eight.

Nine. Nine against 20? Pretty heavy
odds.

We have all the firearms. Can't we
surprise them?

That's my plan when I get them all
ashore.

Did Silver give any hint when he meant
to start the mutiny?

No, sir.

Well, here's my view. We've got time
ahead of us, at least till we find the

treasure. Yes, but can Silver keep his
men in check that long?

If he can hold them back for 24 hours,
I'll have every one of the mutinous dogs

in irons.

Well, here's our course.

Late, too.

Give them no cause for alarm, otherwise
they'd strike at once. In the meantime,

we'll arm the faithful hands and keep a
sharp lookout for them.

If you hear any murmurs against Silver,
report to me.

Jim warned us once. I wonder if he could
do it again.

Jim, could you play a part you don't
feel?

Keep your ears open and stay friends
with Silver.

Stay friends with him?

Yes, sir.

I'll stay friends with him.

It is a sweet spot for a young lad
ashore.

You climb trees and odd goats you will.

And when you've a mind to do a bit of
exploring, just you ask old John and

put up a bit of grub for you to take
along.

What's come over him there? Cat got your
tongue?

that land before?

I have, sir.

I, uh, I was cook on a trader as water,
dear.

Where's the anchorage? Yonder, sir,
through that inlet.

Can it be entered at low tide?

Ah, there's a kind of a passage being
dug there in a manner of speaking by

nature. You give me a strong pull with a
longboat, sir, and I'll guide her in

like a lamb.

Good.

Stand by to lower the boats.

Can I come along in the boat?

Captain Smiley.

Yes. Young Arkins here wants to try his
hand on a tiller.

Permission granted.

Now that we've got here, what are we
waiting for? We're waiting till either

side, the time be right. Be that plain
enough, George, Mary.

Lower away.

You're to have the elm, ain't you? Aye.

See Red Ruth on guard there?

Aye.

When I tippy the signal, jump on him so
as we can rush the art cabin and get

them muskets.

Now we're for it.

Cast off the lines and pull for the
chore.

Lively.

None of that, my man.

Turn about. Come alongside.

Fire that musket and I cut his throat.

Mary, you blundering squid.

Can you hear me?

I, I hear you.

Lie low till a treaty be made. And this
time follow orders.

As for you, Mr. Smollett, I'll give you
one hour.

To send the boat ashore with Flint's map
and give yourself up to Mr.

Mary. So be it. You want to see young
Harkins alive.

Go for the shore.

Lively.

By Joe, sir, we've got to save that boy.

Now then, baby, don't he take it so
hard?

Why, he's lucky you came along.

For old John here, he'd have had nothing
to bargain with.

But that don't mean I'd arm hair of your
little head.

Liar! You let go of me!

There now, see?

Hair, here!

site muted.

That ship's a gentleman, Captain
Smollett.

Gentleman, says you.

Flint's men, says I.

I seen them.

Some of them were Flint's men, but they
got aboard by a trick.

Is there a man with one leg among them?

Long John Silver.

Nay, if you were sent by him, I'm as
good as pork, and I knows it.

No, you don't understand.

He's trying to take me as hostage.

And fearing too, says you. Everybody
feared Prince Quartermaster.

It was him as marooned me here.

I ain't had a mouthful of Christian diet
these five years.

Marooned five years.

And lived on coke and beer.

When is the night?

I dreamed of cheese.

A toasting, mostly.

You wouldn't have a rind of cheese about
you, would you, now?

There's cheese by the hundred way aboard
ship.

Now, if you could help me row a
longboat... Boat, said you, Ben Gunn,

says I.

What might you call yourself, mate?

Jim. Jim.

Jim.

Well, now, Jim, you just follow Ben
Gunn.

A little more west.

There it is.

That stockade is a base for our
operations ashore.

We stand a better chance of rescuing
that boy.

That's all.

Keep a sharp watch. One stem, the other
stern.

You'll be relieved in good time.

Don't be afraid of those bilge rats.

Don't underestimate them either.

Trouble.

Made up with me own hands.

Out of bamboo and goat skins mostly.

And a trim little craft, says you.

Will she hold us both? That she will.

But first, says you, we'll see if the...
How's this clear that Flint's mean?

No sign of him.

to him. Beak for the ship. We want them
muskets.

Captain Spock!

No, no, matey. Do you want John Silver
to hear us? The captain won't know where

I went.

No need to.

Ben Gunn knows where your captain's
headed for.

There be your friends. Sure.

Tell him to come tonight, alone, to the
top of Spyglass Hill.

I'll tell him.

And tell him they must hide, confine,
and they must...

I can't remember asking him.

You said when the time was right.

Tap him in irons.

Tap him in irons.

I'll carry out your orders, John, but
I'm speaking in open council for you to

give George Merry another chance.

George here ain't the one to lay plans,
but if you aims to take this stockade,

well, George is a good man in a fight.

Too good to be rotting down below.

That's right, George.

That's very civil spoke, Israel. And now
we'll put into Mr.

Mary if I'm to take any more of his
source.

I'm with you, Captain.

All right, Captain.

All right, then.

If I'm Captain, then this is orders.

All hands ashore, except Israel and
Agathir. The two of you remain on board

guard the ship.

Ah, sir. If you're in trouble, you can
signal me by firing the cannon.

Ah, sir. And when you're doing sentry
go, just ease off a point on the rum.

Hear that, agate?

from what you saw of this Ben Gunn? Is
he sane?

Well, yes.

I shouldn't wonder. A man who's been
biting his nails for years on a desert

island can't be expected to appear as
sane as you or I.

Why did he want you to come out to dock,
Captain?

Safety, of course, but frankly, I've no
craving for his company.

If he knows as much about the island as
he says he does, I may pay him a visit.

Later, perhaps.

Right now, we may expect visitors
ourselves.

Can you load, Jim Hawkins?

When they come, we must have their
rations ready. Let them come by, Joe.

find me ready.

Once I've had my brandy.

Quotas!

Flag of truth!

Hold your positions.

I've got to have a look.

you can come aboard.

There'll be no treachery unless it's on
your side.

The world of a gentleman be good enough
for long, John.

It may be a trick. Gray, Joyce, Hunter,
keep stations.

Very well, sir.

But one of you will have to give me a
leg up again.

A sweet, pretty place you have here, to
be sure.

And there's Jim.

I'll be my little matey.

And squire and doctor.

My service to we gentlemen.

If you've anything to say, you better
say it. You're right, Captain.

By the long and the short of it be this.

I want Flint's map.

And I can risk half my crew to get him.

But that ain't Captain Silver's way.

Try reasoning first, says I.

I never was one to see poor seamen shot
down needless like.

You're not in Parliament yet, John
Silver. Come to the point.

You're a good man, Doctor. I ain't never
seen a better.

And I'd hate to see the likes of you
skewered on the end of a pike.

So here be my terms.

You give us that there, Map.

and you can stay here and keep your
lies.

We'll divide stars with him and a man,
and I gives you my affidavit to stop the

first ship I sight and send him here to
pick you up.

Your word, Silver.

Answer, Murd, you couldn't ask.

And I hopes all gentlemen present will
over all my words.

For what be said to one be said to all.

Is that all?

Every last word by thunder.

Very good.

Now, here are my terms.

If you come up here one by one, unarmed,
I'll engage to tap you all in irons and

take you home to a fair trial in
England.

You can't find the treasure, you can't
sail the ship, and your cowardly scum

can't fight. Now, bundle out of here,
double quick.

Give me a hand up, will you?

Not I.

Oh, give me a hand, I say.

You'll be begging help from me.

Them that die will be the lucky ones.

Troops, be over!

Cutlet heads, you swans!

They've opened fire here from the east.
They're aboard from all sides.

Oh, it's boredom.

Boredom, you fobs!

Cut that captain down!

I don't know, Jim.

It's hard to foresee the end of this.

Jim, take this map. I want you to have
it.

Just a precaution.

It's yours by right, you know.

And if the worst comes to the worst,
don't hesitate to buy your life with it.

Five or six at least that I know of.
Better odds now. They won't drive us out

here in a hurry.

They may not try to.

Why not?

That flood tide tomorrow, nothing's to
hinder them bringing the ship close

inshore.

Once within cannon range, they could
level this fort.

By Jove, I hadn't thought of that.

Will they think of it?

Silver might blast him.

They've got all the boats. Otherwise, we
could slip out, cut the hawser.

The ship might beat yourself.

I could swim for it, sir.

Can't spare you.

Just nuisance firing, that's all.

Oh,

will ya? Yeah!

So it was you who had Flint's map.

Jim.

Jim.

I reckon I'll have to strike more
colors.

That comes hard from a master mariner to
a... to a ship's yonker like you, Jim.

That's your Lord Silver said.

Smart as pint.

One more step, Mr. Hands, and I'll blow
your brains out.

Nah, nah, maybe.

Thank you.

Dr. Lewis.

paint him for certain.

Blood poisoning, I shouldn't doubt.

Save me cutting your throat, you little
swab -ass, George Mary.

A mast, is it?

A little matey, is it?

Maybe a touch of this here would show
Master Hawkins which side he were on.

And some others I couldn't name.

Ah, maybe you thought you was Caponier.

Fetch the water bucket!

captain to know my rights and folks.

I ask in your path, this here crew will
lay a sight more confidence in a captain

as loud as I say about enemy prisoners.

Prisoners be one thing, hostages
another.

We ask the ship, we ask the fort, what
good is a hostage in him bad earth?

Why, you knothead, with him bad earth,
they'll part with a map to save his

We'll hoist a flag of truth and hail
that doctor.

Jack of E, care to give me an argument
to the contrary.

So that's your sword, is it?

You great hands to talk you are. But
when it comes to fighting, that boy

be a better man than any two of these.

If this crew takes any more orders from
you, Long John, we claim their rights to

step outside for the council. According
to rules. You!

What are you doing here?

Dr. Esquire!

They gave us a slip last night, matey.
When we walked in here, they was gone.

Now you lay still.

You going to be cared for proper.

Old John will fetch that doctor here.

The black spot will shiver my timbers.

What be this?

This here was cut from a Bible.

What fools cut a Bible?

What did I say? No good will come of
that, I said.

What did you, Job Anderson?

Now Job can say his prayers.

He's had his slice of luck, Job has.

Cut a Bible.

You'll all swing now.

Lay that talk down, sir. This crew was
tipped to the black spot in full

The rules is you're carried over in duty
bound and see what's wrote there.

Thank you, George. You always was braced
for business.

Deposed and very pretty wrote.

Your hand are right in, George.

You're getting quite a leading hand in
this here crew.

You'll be captain next, I shouldn't
wonder.

You can't fool this crew no more, John
Silver.

Step down off your perch and vote.

John Silver!

There'll be no vote until the business
of this here map be disposed of.

Till then, I'm still captain, and your
black spot ain't worth a biscuit.

Map or no map, we ain't giving up no
hostage till we lay hands on the

itself. Am I right, mate?

I'll be going to find the treasure
without the map.

Top of the morning, doctor.

Will he come aboard and take a look at
young Hawkins' woo?

No more of your tricks, Silver.

If Jim Hawkins is there, bring him out.

You want to see that doctor, don't you,
Jim?

If I take you as far as the stockade,
will you give me your affidavit not to

slip your cable?

Word of honor. Word of honor.

Right, men.

Stand by here while I parlize with them,
and keep a sharp lookout on all sides.

I'll keep a weather eye out for a man
what's trying to get a foot in each

and in with only one leg.

You'd better come back with that map and
the hostage, Captain Silver.

That steady, Jim.

He's had a rum go of it, sir.

Taken to knifing boys, eh, Silver?

Not me, sir.

Why, if it hadn't been for Long John,
he'd have had his throat cut.

Bite hard on that bullet, Jim. This will
have to be opened.

You could cut my good leg off before I'd
raise a finger against that there, lad.

Why, when he comes crawling into the
fort half dead, I says to myself, you've

got to save that dear boy, John.

Captain would wish it, Squire would wish
it, and you'd wish it. So Captain

Silver is minded to join us again, eh?

I'll be honest and open with you, as I
always am.

When I climbed the fort and seen the
Hispaniola flying that Union Jack, I

I'd been taught a lesson by my betters.

I thinks gold as to this dear boy.

I've took to him like pitch.

You'd have killed me yourself if you'd
have had that map.

But you'll not get it. I die first.

You're a mite late to talk of dying.

No, old John, he ain't human, he ain't.
He didn't care about saving his little

mate his life, not him. All he wanted
was this here map.

Very well, you have the map.

But what good is a treasure without a
ship to haul it?

And what could be a ship if tis only to
all me to execution, Doc?

I baint no cower, Doctor, but the
thought of them there gallows gives me

shakes. Now, if I was to save young
Orkins' life, do we think you could save

mine into the bargain? You save him. I
could guard the boy while I plays a

treasure hunting with them scum, but
they'll not give him up till they seize

treasure, Doug.

Now, wouldn't that warrant a good word
to the captain?

I want to speak with the boy alone.

Speak and welcome.

and make a note of that, too.

But go on with your doctoring while you
talk.

One false move and they'll fire.

Jim, I don't know how you managed to
save us that ship.

But I lost the map. The map's not
important to us now, but your safety is.

So you're not going back to those
fellows. Now listen carefully.

I'll make a quick break to draw their
fire.

The moment I do, you fall flat.

Then before they're time to reload,
you're up and running and we both head

the woods, right?

I can't. Why not?

I gave Long John my word.

They'd have killed me if it hadn't been
for him.

Perhaps you're right, Jim.

Silver.

I want to give you one piece of advice.

Stay close to that boy.

And this I promise you.

If we get out of this wolf trap alive,
I'll do my best to save you, short of

perjury.

You couldn't say more, not if you was my
mother.

Heaven forbid.

And now, by thunder, I resign.

Elect anyone you please to be your
captain. I've done with thee.

Take it back, George Merry, and

tear it up.

Putting back in the good book, mate.

Poor roving seaman, the likes of you,
needs every...

crap a scripture he can get.

Mind what I say, Master Arkin.

And don't try to pry the coop again.

Appearances, baby, appearances.

March now, you little spritz -o.

The finger -trunk tree by Devil's Rock
bearing a point.

To the north of Nor -Nor -East?

There she be!

A seaman, all right.

These ways, this be good sea class.

Like enough, you wouldn't look to find a
bishop here.

What did he die of, I want to know? He
died of Flint's hand, as did five other

men. Flint took a char.

That'd be Darby McGraw.

Mind old Darby Morgan?

Aye, I mind him. Owed me money, he did.
I don't like the way he stretched out.

Taint natural, taint nice. I've a
notion.

Where's that map?

As I thought.

Right in line.

Five hundred, it makes me go cold inside
to think of Fint.

This one he hauled here and laid down by
campus to point the way to the

doubloons.

Trench head now!

worth dividing, is it, George?

Say, I did make a bargain with the
doctor.

Look at his face, Bates. You can see it
wrote on his face.

Are you standing for Captain McGee?

Thank ye kindly, Doctor.

You came in the nick of time for our
kins and... Ben Gunn.

How do, Mr. Silver?

Pretty well, I thank ye, says you.

Ben,

to think it was you that done me.

What happened to Flint's goal, says you?

By your leave, sir, John Silver's come
back to do his duty.

And happy I am to think, sir, that I had
some small hand in saving young Master

Orkins when he was within half a plank
of death.

And does that clear you of the crime of
mutiny?

Please, sir, he did save my life.

Jim's right. Silver kept his side of the
bargain.

Then you're both free to testify on his
behalf.

He'll have a fair trial in England.

Squire Trelawney, while the doctor's
helping me down to the beach, I suggest

get a load aboard the ship.

Take John Silver along and put him in
irons.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now then, Silver, one of your monkey
shines.

Jim, lad, would he do a favor for your
old shipmate?

Will he take Captain Flint?

I tried caging her for her, but this old
bird, she can't abide a prison.

There ain't much in nature as can.

I couldn't long, John.

I'd like it, but I fear she'd just
remind me.

Ah, well, no matter.

Though I dearly love to leave you a
trinket.

To a lad I respect.

All right, Silver. Enough of that.

Begging your pardon, Squire.

You should caulk her while she's healed
over.

make so bold, sir.

I'll borrow your boat. I ain't taking
you to Jamaica.

Lively now.

You monster.

What's up?

I got shrimp so bad. I did my service to
Esquire.

Might be as you

steer me a true course through the
chattel, and I'll put you off on yon

land.

or you'll shove me off.

Or, by the powers, you'll get what I
gave George Mary.

I might have known.

You never let him hang, you old shimpy.

I find it in my heart to hope he makes
it.