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A foreign ship has been spotted

by our local fishermen.

I think he's a smuggler

from the shipwreck in the storm last night.

Perhaps he'll recompense us.

You really are a pirate.

We agreed to bury the treasure

on an uncharted place.

Skeleton Island.

You remember.

Jim Hawkins.

I remember everything.

Long John Silver.

He wants the map.

I will take what rightfully mine.

13 north... 61 west.

Aaron Graham. Yes, I have a spare berth.

The ship's cook-- I'll introduce you.

Long John Silver.

At your service, ma'am.

What does all this mean?

Yeah. Where's the treasure?

The X to mark the spot.

There isn't one.

There are words written here.

"Seis Majri A Chrysos."

The language of The Albatross.

Billy told me they spoke a secret tongue

aboard The Albatross.

We're still in sight of England.

We can request Captain Smollett

to set us ashore on a jolly boat.

No. Long John Silver's no threat to us.

I'll check him.

Sir, what is the meaning of this?

Something burning.

I enjoy the pipe, sir.

Maybe you might enjoy your fatherless boy

being taught to shave by a man who knows

how this wooden world ebbs and flows.

Please, sir.

We're just a poor widow and a son

bound for Jamaica.

Where there is no cousin, no children to govern,

and no coin to further your ends.

Your ends being, as I reckon,

the treasure of Captain Flint.

The map was burned, as you saw.

But not before you made a copy.

Why else is you on this cruise?

It's here, ain't it?

I'm close to it.

Please, sir.

Even if your beliefs on treasure

and maps were true...

...to kill the boy would see you arrested.

Would it not be better to release my son

and kindly stay away from us for the rest of the voyage?

So here we be, on this boundless, bottomless sea.

No harbor for shelter,

no floor for anchorage.

And I is an hombre that ekes his time wisely,

so I will have what rightfully mine

before Jamaica.

Please, Jim, listen.

Speak to no one of our association

with Long John Silver. It will only make...

- I will check him. - How?

I don't know.

But I will.

I will.

♪ Rule, Britannia! ♪

♪ Britannia rules the waves ♪

♪ Britons never, ever, ever ♪

♪ Shall be slaves ♪

♪ Rule, Britannia! ♪

♪ Britannia rules the waves... ♪

Friend or foe?

It's impossible to tell.

She flies no flag.

But British merchant vessels have been much harassed

by Spanish privateers in these waters.

That's your fourth cup.

Oh, I didn't know you were counting.

Jim Hawkins, I remember everything.

It says here, "should a ship's master

fail to disembark his passengers

at the agreed destination, he will be held liable."

Captain Smollett is legally bound to protect us.

I don't think Long John Silver pays much attention to the law.

Who is there? Please.

Mr. Graham.

Oh. One moment, sir.

Oh, Mr. Graham, how delightful.

Mrs. Hawkins, um,

we wondered, is all quite well with you and your son?

- Hmm? - Well, four days,

and we haven't seen you on deck.

The captain is concerned

for your want of fresh air.

Oh, fresh air would be

much a boon to our spirits, sir.

But such ruffards as I have observed above,

I fear the sight of a lady

might inflame their minds

with... unspeakable desires.

Mother, I think I might vomit.

My son is a sickly little wretch.

He wasn't built for the sea.

Well then, I would urge you both all the more

to take the air above.

At-At your convenience, of course.

- Mm. - I can have my marines

escort you if... we are a trading ship,

and they are much in want of duties.

Oh, well, Mr. Graham, thank you.

That's such kindness.

Your wife is a very fortunate lady.

Yes.

My dearest Anne sadly passed but six weeks ago now.

Consumption. Oh.

We were childhood sweethearts, actually.

Oh.

I am gravely sorry, sir.

Well, I bid you good day, madam.

Good day.

Billy Bones died less than a week in your--

Billy Bones was a good soul and I mourned him dearly.

But this is the world, Jim.

Mourning advances us nothing,

but Mr. Graham, with his marines and his ship.

Under his protection, we'd be safer here

from Long John Silver than we ever would be in England.

And sailing to freedom.

From the road to Nineveh

to the wilds of Roaring Water Bay,

I've lolled in places hot as pitch.

The blessed sea are heaving with earthquakes.

But nothing warms my lonely heart...

more than the company

of true and able seamen.

Mr. Baker. Mr. Kahn.

Mr. Arra.

Messmates before crewmates.

Crewmates before strangers.

Strangers before dogs.

Messmates.

Ah, here be our truest mate.

Ain't this lovely rat catcher a beauty.

Don't you be acting up, sir.

All one company here.

Man and beast.

One... two...

...three, four...

...five, six...

...three, four,

five...

...six...

Where'd you learn that jig?

Billy Bones.

I did not mean to kill him, Jim.

Seis Majri A Chrysos.

Seis Majri A Chrysos?

Tis the name of that jig.

As taught to Billy and all us lads

of The Albatross by Captain Flint himself.

What does it mean, Mr. Silver?

I might tell you.

If you tell me what I need to know.

Sorry. My mother will be expecting me.

Think on it, Jim.

You went above deck alone, without me?!

I told you not to speak to anyone, especially not him.

The words on the map, Mother. Seis Majri A Chrysos.

It's the name of the dance Billy taught me.

- The jig. - What?

Wait, wait, wait. Did he tell you what it means?

No, but if I were to go back to him and...

No, no, no, no.

You keep away from Long John Silver.

You understand me? Trust me.

Gentlemen, it is not inclement weather

nor the damn French or Spanish privateers

that threaten the voyage.

No.

It is the scourge of disease.

So, inspections below will be frequent and unannounced.

And any man found harboring head lice

will be punished with a dozen lashes.

Dismissed.

Turn the glass.

Strike eight bells.

Make it twelve.

Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, Captain Smollett. Good morning.

Madam, I trust the sea agrees with you and your boy?

Son of a Royal Navy officer, I'm told.

Oh, indeed, Captain. Yes, my poor young husband

was tragically slain in the Siege of Gibraltar.

Well, if the lad is truly his father's son...

No, he's his mother's son.

His father's son, too, but...

well, he should follow that gentleman

and stand before the mast.

Would you agree, Mr. Graham?

See, I'm all aflutter with my son's prospects.

Maybe your son is...

better fitted for the commercial sphere.

- Really? - Perhaps, if it's agreeable...

I might induct your son into the... rather wondrous

arts and practices of trade and commerce.

Oh, that would be very generous of you, Mr. Graham.

I mean, my son often tends towards fecklessness when idle,

but he's greatly enthused by the prospect.

I shall endeavor to make time, madam.

Thank you.

She's a widow.

A widow onboard be a devilish omen.

They bring the curse of scurvy and storms.

I know, Mr. Khan, we sail under fair wind and sky,

but there be foul weather ahead.

Weather most foul.

Mr. Silver...

I heard you above with the boy.

You spoke of The Albatross

as if you sailed her.

We need to talk, Mr. Silver.

In private.

Not for the ears of all, lads,

but it's true.

I were a lowly hand

pressed to service

on yon diabolical vessel.

Ah, Mr. Khan,

smart as paint, you is.

Tis true.

Yon cursed treasure.

Seven hundred thousand pounds in Piezo de Ocho.

Bullion, guineas, doubloons, and louis d'or,

be safe and secret buried.

Buried? Where?

In a fearsome, uncharted place

with yella jack,

sand as black as a devil's waistcoat,

shipworms as big as snakes,

snakes as big as rivers.

Where?

Skeleton Island.

Not 20 leagues from Jamaica.

Now, lads, I tell you

what I tell you for your own knowing.

And do what you will with what I tell you.

But Long John Silver has

forsworn the ways of Lucifer.

And even if I were still under his diabolical command...

I don't have the damn map.

There's a map?

- A map? - Where? Where is this map?

Ha.

Close than you think, lads.

Mr. Graham wishes to induct you

into the ways of trade and commerce.

Three bells, at his cabin.

I'm not interested in trade or commerce or Mr. Graham--

You are fascinated by trade and commerce.

So scrub your face and your hands.

Speak well of me.

And hint that there might be some space

in my poor, old heart

for his affection.

As for the words on the map, we'll decipher them.

- Somehow. - Somehow.

Somehow.

Luxury, Master Hawkins, is the way of the future.

Now, as you can see, we have freighted

Venetian looking glass,

Turkish carpets, Japanese screens,

China vases,

Parisian attire for both men and women,

all of which I shall sell in our West Indian territories,

starting with Jamaica.

Ah, now, the profit I generate shall be

reinvested into the acquisition

of a different order of luxuries,

tea, coffee, tobacco, sugar,

to stimulate the minds and bodies of our nation,

which I will then sell

for a rather handsome profit back in England.

It is a virtuous circle, young Jim.

Let me show you the goods we freight down in the hold.

Sir.

Silver tells his messmates

he sailed with Flint-- why?

To get the treasure back to England,

he needs a ship and a crew.

As do we.

I know, but how?

I'll find a way.

Somehow?

Somehow.

Well, I'm fully satisfied the unknown ship is gone.

If she was pursuing us, we've outrun her.

Good news, eh, Captain?

Keep the luff and hold the wind, gentlemen!

Double the watch! Remain vigilant!

One-two-three!

Keep that moving, Mr. Carr. Lower it down!

That yar down!

- Whoa! - Tie those lines off!

Tie those lines off!

Seems you're not born for the brine, widow.

I ask politely for you to stay away from us.

I be loathe to inform Captain Smollett

of your assault on my son.

And I be loathe to defend myself

by blabbing the reasons behind our dispute

bein' Captain Flint's map.

It seem we both sworn to secrecy in this business.

So fasten your claws to your grommets, widow,

and cede me what's mine.

Or your precious boy might never see Jamaica

or anywhere else.

Jim is part of this now.

That be your doing, not mine.

You make me glad I never knew my own mother.

Help me! Aah!

Help me!

- Man overboard! - Man overboard!

- Man overboard! - Throw him a line!

At starboard!

Tow the line!

Off that starboard, now!

Haul him up now!

You've got him, boys, pull!

Pull!

- Pull him up now. - Pull!

Heave!

I'll help.

- Heave! - Pull!

Pull!

Heave.

Heave. Heave.

What happened, Long John?

Achmen a vedova.

The widow's curse.

What tongue is that you speak?

The tongue of The Albatross.

Mr. Silver.

16 voyages as a ship's master,

I've never lost a man overboard.

I will know how this happened.

Well, Captain, sir...

I fears a storm more than the devil himself, so...

I got elevated in my cups,

and it were all my own fault.

As yon gracious widow is my witness.

She was sicking over the side when I went over.

Mrs. Hawkins, is this true?

Yes, Captain.

This fellow, Mister...

Silver.

Long John Silver.

Silver.

Was much enguzzled upon the...

delights of his private bottle

that he lost his mind and his footing

and went over.

Don't let it happen again, Silver.

Sir.

Mr. Arra, yon drapes, if you please.

Oh, Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, Mr. Graham, forgive me. I'm in much need of rest.

I'm sorry. I...

I saw you and Mr. Silver above,

locked in some sort of heated exchange.

Forgive me, but I think you might have pushed him.

I, uh...

I was alone, and he...

...threatened my honor.

And so I lashed out,

as any lady would have done. Come, Jim.

Now... it might not have been better

if you had told Captain Smollett the truth of the situation?

Please understand, Mr. Graham.

Prevailed upon by our Christian ordination

to forgiveness, I simply wish

to save the poor wretch,

already much broken on the wheel of fortune,

from further privation.

Commendable.

Very commendable, Mrs. Hawkins.

Such clemency reminds me of my late wife, Ann.

Then please, um,

in honor of such a gentle lady...

...let this remain between us,

the confidence of which we will not speak of again.

Of course, of course, no.

And in the event Mr. Silver

seeks revenge in any way...

I shall have my marines keep a watchful eye upon him.

The boy is upset.

Understandably so.

Mr. Graham, thank you.

- No. - Thank you.

- You pushed him. - Yeah.

What are you thinking? He'll kill us.

No, he won't. We have the map.

What if Graham tells Smollett?

He'll keep my confidence.

Yeah, he'll protect us from Long John Silver.

Because he...

...he wishes my favor.

Oh!

Mondo cosi cosi, Jimmy boy.

We see fit to offer you a commission.

One that would provide you with rich reward

and much personal satisfaction.

Tell me more, Your Lordship.

A letter,

from a minor relation of his lordship.

One Squire Livesey of the parish of Crackington.

You want me to acquire the map of this Bess Hawkins,

retrieve Flint's treasure,

and then?

Same ship. She's back.

So close to us, at least nine leagues,

whilst ten days ago, she was a full 15 leagues astern.

Her captain is demonstrating the speed at his command.

- Why? - To tell us

there's no escaping should he choose to attack.

Captain, this voyage is a mission of trade.

We have not the means nor the appetite...

We may not have a choice, sir.

We sail under the same wind, so we cannot outrun her.

Continue to reckon her movements, Mr. Cameron,

meantime we proceed as normal

and prepare for the worst.

Mr. Silver.

Mr. Graham.

Curious creature.

Does it speak?

Sometimes.

Well, sometimes I hear things.

Like lies and deceptions.

From widows and the like.

By which I assume you refer to Mrs. Hawkins.

Only for your own benefit.

An honest man like you might be easily hazed.

The lady is under my protection.

If anything were to happen to her or her son,

I shall hold you responsible.

Jim.

- Jim! - Oh...

Gentlemen.

As you know, a foreign ship has been shadowing us.

For how long, I cannot say.

But my best guess is a Spanish privateer.

And in the midst of such privation, this...

...deposited

in the cabin of Mrs. Hawkins.

This animal's duty was to control the rats

that threaten our ever-meager rations.

Therefore I regard this as an act of willful sabotage.

So, I will know who is responsible.

Now, Mr. Silver...

...I've observed

you harbor ill will towards Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, no, Mr. Graham, I, I...

No. I act in your interest, madam.

Please.

Captain.

Previously, Mrs. Hawkins,

because he tried to force himself upon her,

was compelled to lash out against Mr. Silver

and propel him overboard.

Accidentally, of course.

I have no bodily designs on her.

And now he exacts his revenge on this...

gracious Christian lady,

who, rather than inform you of his terrible transgression...

she chose to forgive,

rather than condemn him.

Madam... is this true?

It is, Captain.

You are duty bound to protect our passengers, Captain.

Mr. Silver, once we reach Kingston,

you will receive a fair hearing.

Until then, you'll be confined to the brig.

I did not kill no cat.

Because I want the map from her.

The map of Captain Flint.

Oi! Let's go.

Get moving.

Wind. Wind.

We have wind.

Hoist the sails! Now! At once!

Mrs. Hawkins.

Mr. Graham, I am very tired.

I... I...

I have undertaken to protect you and your son

and deliver you safely.

I have to know,

what are you to Lord John Silver?

What is he to you?

Go down below, Jim.

I will have conference with Mr. Graham.

Sir, it seems I have deluded myself

as to the delicacy of your feelings.

You have betrayed my confidence.

I thank you for your kindness,

and I wish you well in all your future affairs,

both business and of the heart.

No. No, no, no, please.

No more of these...

these obfuscations, please.

If I am to protect you, I need to know the truth.

I--

We're being fired upon!

Battle stations! All hands on deck!

Battle stations! Man those guns!

Battle stations! Man those--

We're being boarded!

No popery!

No popery on this ship!

Hah!

Hah!

Jim!

I'll help you if you help me.

Set me free, boy.

Those Spaniards what took my leg,

and I will have them back for that.

I knows their vessel like the back of my hand.

Let me out or your mother dies.

Worse, if she's captured.

The axe, Jim! Let me out!

I can save this ship.

Aah!

Jim! Follow me!

Mr. Baker! Mr. Arra!

Jim!

Mr. Arra! Fuse!

Jim!

Jim!

Lantern!

Come on, lads!

Help me! Help me! Aah!

Come on, lads! Back to the ship!

On your knees, you Spanish filth!

We done it, lads!

We're saved!

Mr. Baker!

Mr. Arra!

Yeah!

Jim Hawkins!

Lads!

We are the men

what pull the ropes and weigh the anchors

and toil in the night

and sweat at the helm

and are ready for every degradation.

We are more than men!

We are the people,

and we live forever!

Forever!

♪ Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves ♪

♪ Britons never, Never, ever ♪

♪ Shall be slaves ♪

This ship will be mine, Jim.

And I'll be having that map.

♪ Britons never, Never, ever ♪

♪ Shall be slaves ♪

♪ Rule, Britannia... ♪