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(WAVES CRASHING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

♪ Bright morning star arising

♪ Bright morning star arising

♪ Bright morning star arising

♪ Day is a-breaking in my soul ♪

Men, various, have chosen me to tell you from beginning to end,

keeping nothing back but its bearings,

all the particulars about Treasure Island.

(GRUNTS)

(CREAKING)

The bitter, spiteful winter, both my parents died.

Before I could read this bright page above us, my old grandma and I...

Not so much of the old.

...ran the Admiral Benbow Inn above Black Cove.

Head-in-dreams.

Work.

I hated work.

On the very coldest of days, with no food in my belly...

Or in mine.

(GRUNTS)

The first arrived, and the terrible dreams began.

MEN: ♪ 15 men on a dead man's chest

♪ Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum... ♪

BILLY: Don't sing!

MEN: ♪ And the devil had done for the rest

♪ Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum... ♪

Don't sing in my head!

This is a pleasant situated grog shop and a handy cove.

Much company, mate?

Precious little.

What's your name, swab?

Jim Hawkins, sir.

Be you boy or be you girl?

That be my business.

Then this be my business.

Take my sea chest and stow it safe.

This is the berth for me.

Paying guest!

Thank you, heaven.

I'm Billy Bones.

I'm a plain man.

Rum, bacon, and eggs is what I want

and that head up there to watch the road thiswards

and ships arriving thatwards.

– Yes, Mr. Bones. – Yes, Captain.

Yes, Captain.

This for my vittles and grog, Jim Hawkins.

And food for us, Jim.

Tell me, if you dare, when I've worked through.

Keep a weather eye open always for a seafaring man with one leg,

and let no thing at all near that chest.

Yes, Captain.

He stays.

He drinks in all weather, foul or fair,

from dawn's earliest light through all the long, hard day

to darkest night.

We watch the road, the sea, like...

like hawks, like eagles, for this one-legged man...

so long, so hard, so afeared.

I begin to see this one-legged ghoul in my dreams.

Head-in-clouds!

Paying customers.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

He stays.

He drinks mightily and watches always

for this one-legged seafaring man

who now lives in my nightmares.

I think how he might have lost his leg.

Hold still!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Or was he always a monstrous kind of creature

who never had but one leg, and that in the middle of his body?

Jim, folks is thirsty.

Dr. Livesey, large brandy? It's medicinal.

It's not, Mrs. Hawkins, but yes.

Brain-Gone, Brandy!

Sing me to distraction, would ye?

I'll sing you to distraction.

These landlubbers will drown your voices. Sing!

♪ 15 men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of... ♪

(HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER)

Damn you, sing or I'll cut ye!

♪ Drink and the devil had done for the rest

♪ Yo ho ho... ♪

Stop that infernal racket! I cannot hear myself drink.

Sing.

♪ And a bottle of rum. ♪

– Silence. – Sing!

SQUIRE: Silence!

Squire Trelawney was Black Cove's most important fellow.

I have lived my life among the wickedest men God ever allowed on the sea.

Do not cross me.

– Were you addressing me, sir? – I was addressing you, sir.

One word, sir. If you keep on drinking rum,

the world will soon be quit of a very dirty rascal.

Sing.

♪ 15 men on a dead man's chest

♪ Yo ho ho and a bottle of... ♪

– (CROWD GASPS) – Silence.

Cease this yo-ho-hoing instanter.

Dr. Livesey was Black Cove's most quick-thinking fellow.

Sir, you are threatening a gentleman.

There are many witnesses.

If you do not put away that knife this instant,

I promise, you will hang at the next assizes.

Hang, sir, by your astoundingly filthy neck,

sir, until your face turns blue,

until your tongue swells and blackens.

Knife!

I will have an eye upon you day and night.

I am Squire Trelawney. I'm the damn magistrate here.

If I catch a breath, a breath of complaint against you,

I'll have you hunted down and strung as high as the stars in the night sky.

Still, the terrible voices.

More grog!

Bill Bones bid fair to ruin us.

He's supposed to be a paying guest.

Good sir, the matter of the payment for the room...

the bacon, the eggs, the grog...

Mind you, back up, Jim.

...which states, in big, clear writing, the outstanding...

My stuff, girl.

Sir, this girl nor me have had nor breakfast, nor supper.

This girl is fetching and carrying for you for free.

All this unpaid for.

Hurry, Captain.

But who will hurry here, the one-legged one?

And what will he have in his hand, a dagger, the black spot?

I must not sleep.

He sleeps not.

He pays not.

So we eat not.

Then, like dirt gathering in a corner, the second arrives...

Two legs.

But I feel my heart grow chill.

I'll take a rum, lad.

Lass?

He was wanting two fingers on his left hand.

Come here, whatever you be. Come very nearer here.

But two legs. So...

You have seafaring swab staying here with you, lass?

This is the captain's favourite billet, sir.

Captain, is it? La-di-da.

Cut on one cheek?

Mighty pleasant way with him, particular in drink? Here?

Upstairs, sir.

Upstairs, is it?

Me and you will go into the shadows.

We'll give my mate a little surprise.

Bless his dark traitoring heart.

Billy Bones!

Aha, villain.

Come.

– You know your old shipmate, surely. – Black Dog.

As ever was.

You took some running to earth, old shipmate.

Well, here I am, shipmate.

Mate no longer since I lost these two talons.

Now, I'll have another rum from this dear child

that I've taken such a liking to, and we'll sit down,

and we'll talk square.

None of your keyholes, girl.

– Now, Bill. – Now, Black Dog.

You knows what I wants, Bill?

I knows exactly what you wants, Black Dog.

– What's my share? – Where's mine too?

Where's Flint's fist, Billy?

Safely hid from you, Black Dog.

Be warned, Bones, I've got most of our old Walrus crew

lined up Black Cove in a tidy lugger,

grievous disappointed you still think it's your share

when you just thieved it and ran.

– What's this about? – Not bill-settling.

Now, I advise you for your health, Billy Bones,

don't keep us old swabs waiting.

I advise you, Black Dog, Flint's fist is mine.

– Is ours! – Not so!

– Yes so! – Flint's fist, what's that?

We're done with asking nicely.

You hand over Flint's fist, fingers and thumb,

or it's the Black Spot for you.

The red blood for you.

(GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BOTH YELL)

(BLACK DOG LAUGHS)

Flint's fist, where?

Speak, or you die in bed unpeaceful instanter! Ah, you...

Billy!

(BOTH YELL)

Cough, villain!

Bleed, villain!

Billy!

Dim my deadlights, would you?

Another will follow, villain!

Death to all betrayers!

I am discovered!

Get my sea chest and my... (GASPING)

And my...

Some black art has assailed him!

Fetch the doctor.

The doctor, fortuitously, it was just then arriving.

Is he breathing?

Doctor, some black art has struck him down.

Some black art?

Peasant nonsense.

Scoundrel's had a stroke.

We must do our best to save this fellow's very worthless life.

Jim, holding receptacle. Afraid of blood?

– No, sir. – Hold the receptacle firm.

Syringe.

Whoa! Where's Black Dog?

There is no black dog here.

You have had a stroke.

And I have pulled you head foremost out of the grave.

Get me a grog.

No more grog.

Jim, keep this utter fool from the poison

that will snuff him out like the brief candle all men really are.

My nightmares now were all of Flint's fist.

What was it?

Was it a severed hand with no arm attached?

(SUSPENSEFUL STRING MUSIC)

– My grog! – No grog.

No!

Sleep has left me, Jim.

Living men pursue you.

But ghost men are the ones who catch you.

If I close my eyes, I am bobbing off that terrible island

with Flint upon it.

I am cold inside to think of Flint.

Grog in here! Go!

I'll get you grog on one condition... you answer my questions.

Done.

– Grog. – Question... what is Flint's fist?

– I cannot tell you that. Grog! – No.

(WHEEZING)

Flint's fist unlocks a secret.

Then who was Flint? Who was Flint?

The dead captain of a terrible ship,

the ghost who sings always in my head.

♪ 15 men on a dead man's chest... ♪

Six set out all a-singing, but only Flint came back.

– Grog! – Question... what happened to the six?

Yes, Jim, what happened to the six?

McGraw, Allardyce, O'Docherty, Thimble, the sail mender,

that scrawny cabin boy, Grimes the Giant... Grimes the Giant!

All vanished... grog!

Question... who is the one-legged man you watch for?

He is the very devil himself. Grog...

Question... what is the black spot?

It is the thing that will enter my head and heart

and take me through the doors of hell.

Stop this singing in my head.

And he watches thiswards and thatwards, until...

(TAPPING)

A foggy, frosty night...

(TAPPING)

A terrible sound...

(TAPPING)

The third arriving.

(TAPPING)

Will any kind friend please inform a poor blind man

where and what part of the country he be?

You have Black Hill Cove at your back.

The Admiral Benbow Inn before you.

I hear a young voice.

Will you give me your hand?

– Now, boy! – Girl!

– Bring the captain to me. – I dare not.

Bring him to me straight, or I'll break your arm!

When I'm in sight, cry out, 'Here's a friend for you, Bill.'

– If you don't... – Here's a friend for you, Bill.

BILL: Blind Pew.

Now, Bill.

If I can't see you, I can hear a finger stirring.

You came not of your own account to us.

We come to you.

Your last chance to serve us fair, Bill Bones.

(PANTING)

Though you may take me through the doors of hell,

I will never serve you villains fair, Blind Pew.

Then here you are.

(WHOOSH)

I will return with your old shipmates from The Walrus

by 10 o'clock.

Discover whether there be any sailor's honour left in you.

(TAPPING)

And now, 'tis done.

(SNAP)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Jim, get...

Oh, Jim!

Grandma, wake him up!

He's dead.

I do not at all like people dying.

The black spot... it has taken him through the doors of...

Grandma, Blind Pew said they'd return at 10 o'clock.

Some terrible villains want something

– which will be in his sea chest. – In his sea chest!

(CLOCK CHIMING)

We have four hours.

We should just run, Grandma.

Our neighbours will help us against these varmints.

That pile of evil bones owes us, Jim.

I will not lose money that belongs

to my poor, hungry, fatherless, motherless, shoeless girl.

Mother's pistol!

Here we will stay, and small thanks

to all chicken-hearted drinkers.

– Locked. – Ah!

A string round his neck.

– Oh! Key! – Oh, unlock. Unlock.

(SWOOSH)

(COUGHING)

– [AUDIENCE LAUGHS] – Ugh!

Old account book.

It's all stained.

– Papers, various... – What? Anything?

Old bills...

'McGraw's drinks, total owed.'

'The collected love ballads of Donal O'Docherty.'

These are his fellow crew on The Walrus.

– Nothing to pay his damn bills? – No.

(GRUNTING)

I'll put these with the kindling, Jim.

At the very least, Bill Bones can start a fire

and keep us warm.

Grandma, I think this may be a false lid.

– (JINGLING) – (GASPS)

We could be rich on this, Jim, buy a small cottage...

big cottage. Hens!

I could see Grandma was sore tempted.

His outstanding bill, not a farthing more.

(TAPPING)

Blind Pew.

It's not 10 yet.

Cheating, lying scum!

(WHISTLING)

The inn was surrounded.

Grandma, we must hide instanter!

MAN: In, in, in!

Bill's dead.

Pew, the chest... someone's been before us.

– So others is after Flint's fist. – Is it there?

– (RATTLING) – We don't see it.

Villain, swine, swab, brute,

blaggardly damnation!

That swab's took it for his own.

We met no swabs leaving here.

Regard, let us take claim here.

– It's still hot. – Still here.

If they're still here, they're holding Flint's fist.

Take the hovel apart.

Anyone you find... take them apart!

(SUSPENSEFUL ACTION MUSIC)

– (WHISTLING) – Lugger's sounding the alarm.

Pew, we have to budge, mate.

– Take the doubloons. – The doubloons?

They're nothing to Flint's fist.

We have to find Flint's fist.

– Listen, horses! – (NEIGHING)

– Nearing thiswards. – Hunt aboard ship.

I'm in charge here.

I order you to stay and search.

If all you linger, it'll be the very gallows for us.

If you defy me, it's the black spot for you all.

Then let us be damned.

To the jaws of hell with you.

(GROANS)

Friends... shipmates...

..don't leave old Pew.

Not old Pew.

My chair, all here, sound and hearty.

All well but the captain and him.

Lugger's gone. What did they take?

– Nothing. – It's a cold night.

I'll start a fire... perhaps a brandy.

– They left the coins. – Odd...

Most odd. Not after a small reward.

What in fortune were they after?

'Edward Flint... his chest.'

Flint?

'Of all chests, most beautiful, most secret, and most best.'

Who in all damnation is Edward Flint?

Doctor, do you never read a newspaper?

Captain Flint was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer

that ever sailed...

butchered his enemies like they were pork.

His crew on the Walrus were a pack of wolves, not men.

Blackbeard was a child to Flint.

This is not Bones' chest at all.

It's Flint's chest, and Flint's fist.

'Flint, Captain...

'Bill Bones, first mate.

'The names of ships scuttled.

'The Unicorn, off Palm Key... he got it.

'Silver Swan, off Caracas.

'He got it.

'The Golden Deer... right in Havana Port, he got it.'

Blaggardly, bloodletting pirates.

'Rightful shares...

Flint, Bones, Pew, Black Dog...'

And now, a nice warm fire.

Nothing of worth.

This chest contained absolutely nothing more?

Nothing, sir, but what you see before you, and the old bills

are such that Grandma put to light the fire.

– Grandma, don't light the fire! – Mrs. Hawkins, don't light the fire.

Squire, the thing I have here must be Flint's fist.

– I'll take it. – I'll take it.

Some sort of oiled skin...

small, folded many times.

– It's a drawing of something. – An island?

There's something written on the back.

Some sort of ditty...

'So I may always find my pile, Lat E 62, 17, 20,

'Long, SE 19, 3, 40 will find the isle...'

– Shocking scansion. – Coordinates?

– Coordinates? – Isle... it is an island.

'The heart protected by the ribs.

'Who knows this will get his dibs upon it.

'If unfair a face, it's simple...

'escalate the biggest pimple.'

This line should hold 11 syllables.

'Upon that spot, I suggest you linger

'until you see a pointing finger.'

It's a clue. It's a clue.

By my hand, Edward Flint.

Oh, my heavens, it's a treasure map!

(SHRIEKS)

♪ It's a treasure map It's a treasure map

♪ It's a treasure map... ♪

Quiet. Shh.

Stop dancing.

You are most confoundedly hot-headed and exclamatory.

Treasure... yes.

But will any treasure amount to more than home and happiness?

– Yes. – Amount, Doctor Stay-at-Home?

it will amount to this.

Fit out a ship. I'll take you

and clever-at-solving-problems Hawkins here along...

– Yes! – And I'll have that treasure.

– We'll all have that treasure. – Yes, we'll all have that treasure...

buy cottages and hens.

I'll get my servants to pack my summer linen, my brandy, my tobacco.

Yes, but...

Lizzie, you will give up this wretched practice at once.

– Well, that's all very well... – Three weeks... two weeks...

10 days.

We'll have the best ship, the choicest crew.

You, ship's doctor, I, Admiral.

– Yes, but... – You'll follow with Jim here.

She'll be cabin boy...

um, girl... either... both.

We'll have favourable winds, a quick passage.

Not the least difficulty in finding the spot

because we have a treasure map.

– And money to eat. – To roll in.

To wear.

– Trelawney, I'll go with you. – I'll go with you.

– You won't. – I will.

Girls need adventures too, Mrs. Hawkins.

Nice, quiet, safe ones here at home.

I promise on my soul, I will guard her

and keep her safe from all harm.

There's only one man I'm afraid of.

Name the dog.

You, Squire.

You cannot hold your tongue.

I will keep this safe, not you.

Not one of us must breathe a word of what we found.

Doctor, you are always in the right of it.

I'll be silent as the grave.

♪ Me boots and clothes They're all in pawn.

♪ Go down, you blood red roses Go down

♪ And it's mighty draughty round Cape Horn

♪ Go down, you blood red roses Go down

♪ Oh, you pinks and posies

♪ Go down, you blood red roses, go down

♪ I thought I heard the old man say

♪ Go down, you blood red roses, go down

♪ Just one more pull and then belay

♪ Go down, you blood red roses, go down

♪ Oh, you pinks and posies

♪ Go down, you blood red roses, go down

♪ Oh, you pinks and posies

♪ Go down, go down, you blood red roses Go down. ♪

I was soon in Bristol in father's britches,

mother's Sunday chemise, doctor's second best shoes.

We must load this apple barrel.

I have an unproven scientific notion that apples eaten daily

hold preventative properties.

Ah, you've arrived. Stand here ready, men.

Dear friends, the ship is bought and fitted.

You've never imagined a sweeter schooner.

A child might sail her.

200 tons... her name, Hispaniola.

She lies resplendent here in Bristol harbour, ready for sea.

I've appointed the captain named... uh...

Smollett. Captain Smollett. What is going on here, sir?

I have been hiring a crew for our ship,

like a true ruler of the wave.

You've been hiring crew for my ship?

For my ship, Captain.

I have brought with me from Black Cove, Red Ruth...

All this sea air has given us a rare appetite.

Me stomach thinks me throat's been cut.

Lucky Mickey, the luckiest man in all Black Cove, Captain.

A seagull just shat on my head, Squire.

Luckiest man in the whole wide world.

Job Anderson.

My missus says no drinking grog.

'Lemonade only on board, Job Anderson.

'You know how you are.

'I don't want you falling overboard.'

You know you can't swim.

Bring me back some pearl earrings.

And Silent Sue.

These peasants and women are my crew, sir?

Are my crew, sir. All from my own estates, all utterly reli...

Can they actually sail a ship, sir?

What? You're a captain.

You can instruct them how to sail a ship.

Captain Smollett will soon have you shipshape.

– Follow the captain, crew. – Belay!

I am the captain of the ship, sir. I appoint the crew.

I'm paying for the ship, sir. I appoint them.

Crew so far, follow the Captain.

Jim, Doctor, follow my crew.

I must continue with my sailor hiring.

Recruiting anyone else so far is proving devilish slow.

Ship, schooner... a child might sail her.

Oh Lord, all this sea.

Ah, experienced sailor at last.

– Name? – Grey, sir.

Grey... hired.

Stand ready.

[LAUGHTER]

Sailors.

Able seamen.

Damn, where is everybody?

Beautiful ship out there, sir.

The sweetest schooner, sir. Sailor, sir?

I was, sir, but injured in my country's service.

I have no pension.

The abominable age we live in.

And pain, sir?

Only when I think about the lack of pension, sir.

(SNORTING LAUGHTER)

What are you doing here, sir?

Hiring a crew, sir, and finding it devilish difficult, sir.

Difficult, sir? Why, sir?

It's as if all seafaring men hereabouts

are scared of something, sir.

I'd heard that, sir, for I know

all seafaring men in Bristol.

I wish you knew of any willing seafaring men in Bristol, sir.

Well, not if you're taking men into mortal danger, sir.

I'm taking them after treasure, sir.

Quiet.

The world crawls with large-eared villains

and... (WHISPERS) ..treasure has a way of getting smaller

the more it is exposed to the air.

Hold your secrets close, sir.

This is good counsel, sir.

I will not tell a soul.

Ah, keep your treasure's bearings to yourself.

Keep the island's bearings to myself. Good.

And take provisions aplenty.

Well, I've heard that treasure is devilish hard to find once you are in its vicinity.

–Not if you have a map, sir. – Sir...

Tell no one you have a map.

Treasure makes even the Englishman mad, sir.

More good counsel.

Thank you, sir.

But apparently, I'm too big a blabbermouth to keep the map.

The map is with my newly arrived friends.

That's very wise, sir.

We openhearted fellows are just too open.

– ...too open. – (LAUGHING)

Well, I'd better be about my business.

A crew won't just assemble itself.

If only there was something I could do to help, sir.

But it's been a long while since I was in a seafaring way.

But... Let's think, huh?

(WHISTLES OMINOUS TUNE)

Where did these lot come from?

What a most remarkable stroke of fortune.

Here are some of the toughest old salts imaginable.

– Killigrew. – The Kind, sir.

Effective in the getting of fresh meat while at sea, sir.

Mackerel, sprats, seagulls, rats...

Just the once an albatross.

Soft, but strong hands.

Meat... always acquired in the kindest possible manner.

Love fresh meat... hired.

Dick the Dandy.

[LAUGHTER]

Observe how I got my daggers disported, slicers, gutters,

thrusters, short finishers, long-distance finishers...

That's in the Frenchy style.

Tidiness... important in a good crew, sir.

You're right, sir.

Hired.

– Joan... – The Goat.

– Joan the... – Broke my head in two pieces

on the hard deck in a sea fight, sir.

A very good friend took his favourite stew pot lid...

heating it red hot on his stovetop...

Nailed it to me skull for a brand-new cast iron forehead. (CACKLES)

See? Well, you can knock it, if you like.

It won't never break, not never.

(YELLING)

The poor woman's brain needs some good sea air, sir.

Simple human kindness.

– Hired. – Ooh!

(CACKLES)

(NON-ENGLISH SPEECH)

Here is Israel Hands. A foreigner, but honest.

(NON-ENGLISH SPEECH)

He's a bit clumsy.

(NON-ENGLISH SPEECH)

Born under a far-off clumsy star.

A clumsy sailor... I'm not sure.

(NON-ENGLISH SPEECH)

But his blessed mother gave him this sacred medal.

(NON-ENGLISH SPEECH)

So neither his clumsiness nor any mortal man can kill him.

I had a mother too.

Hired.

Black Cat.

– Black Cat, sir. – Hired.

George Badger, considered last, as usual.

It's not fair. And I don't like this captain.

Nor me, sir... hired.

Oh, great!

Oh, and...

Grey.

You hired me already, sir.

No one ever remembers me.

Grey by name, Grey by...

Laggards, everyone.

None of them pretty to look at, but men and women,

by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit.

I declare we can fight our frigate.

Then I'll be back to my land-bound job,

cooking the best stew in Bristol.

I've not hired a cook.

Dear friend, how can I persuade you

to come along on our adventure?

Oh, I care not for money.

I care not for gold, but... I do love a ship beneath my feet...

..the wind at my back, and the stars a-twinkle

and a-telling above me.

Oh, oh...

Well, perhaps...

Oh, maybe an easy job on the galley.

(EXHALES)

I will come cook for you, sir.

Then let's shipward.

I feel like the First Sea Lord.

I found a crew, a cook, and a new friend.

Tell me, stout friend, what should I call you?

Oh, well, while I'm a-cookin', they call me Barbecue.

Barbecue.

But when I was up on deck with the stars above me...

..they call me Long John Silver.

Captain Flint...

Pieces of eight. Pieces of eight.

– Pieces of eight. – (FLUTTERS AWAY)

I could not have said it better myself, bird.

(CAPTAIN CALLS OUT ORDERS)

(INTENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Heave on the capstan!

♪ A ship went a-sailing out over the bar

♪ Way down Rio

♪ We pointed her head to the old southern star

♪ And we're bound for the Rio

♪ Haul on the bowline so early in the morning

♪ Haul on the bowline, the bowline

♪ Haul on the bowline Just as the day is falling

♪ Haul on the bowline, the bowline

♪ Make a sunny racket on the way

♪ Pull on the furthest jacket

♪ Haul him away And she went and lost the ticket

♪ Haul him away

♪ And to me home, dee hi do Haul him away

♪ And take him by the scruff now Throw him away

♪ Never treat her rough, now Haul him away

♪ And that'll be enough now Haul him away

♪ And to me home, dee hi do Haul him away ♪

(SOARING STRING MUSIC)

[APPLAUSE]

Oh, how I love my ship - my Hispaniola, my ship.

I love you.

CAPTAIN: Clear your landlubber's picnic from my table, sirs.

This is the brains of my ship.

What is turning you beetroot this time, Captain?

This voyage is ill-starred.

I hear from your bumpkins we're going after treasure.

Treasure voyages are difficult and dangerous.

They know there is a map of an island.

I do not know who has this map.

– Dr. Lindsay has it. – Squire, shush.

It must be kept from everyone.

Captain, I will hide it somewhere safe.

– Cabin boy. – Girl!

Maps are for men, not girls.

Galley, help the cook.

Belay!

I am quite of the squire's thinking.

I hate the captain deeply.

'Oh, maps are for men, not girls.

'Belay!'

Cooking? I might as well be at home.

Cook, hello?

– Cabin girl here. – (SQUAWK)

Hello, who are you?

You're the most beautiful bird I've ever seen.

Pieces of eight, pieces of eight.

Oh, you talk. Say something else.

What do you want him to say, boy?

Girl.

That's unusual.

Right, Captain Flint?

Captain Flint was a pirate and a scoundrel.

He was, indeed.

This parrot's a pirate and a scoundrel, too.

Where's the pieces of eight?

Yes, and where is my pig sausage that was on that table, you pirate?

Long John Silver, cook.

Jim Hawkins, cabin girl.

Captain says I have to help you.

Oh, well, I'm very, very particular

about my galley, girl.

I have a sharp knife, keep it always handy. Rrrargh!

You just stabbed your leg.

Yeah, my spanking new one,

as I've just played big doubloons for in Bristol.

(STAMMERS)

I was standing but two feet away from a one-legged man.

I must be on my guard.

Oh, you're going to fight me, are you?

Well, don't come on me frontwards,

wait 'til I'm turned, you see?

Then you may sink your blade deep into my liver.

Right there.

But not right now, we have got work to do.

But he was no nightmare, hardly frightening at all.

Now, do you know any nice recipes for turnips, girl?

No, sir.

But if you give me a recipe book to read,

I will endeavour to follow it.

– You can read? – If people would let me.

The captain just snatched his map from my very grasp.

You read maps?

You are smart as paint.

You look hungry, cold, and miserable, as well as... pretty.

Now, do me a kindness.

Try my stew, it will warm you up.

No, thank you.

– Did the one leg frighten you? – Not at all.

– Don't be frightened. – I'm not.

You mustn't be frightened of one-legged men, Jim.

Sailing is a dangerous game.

You'll find one of us hoppers in the galley

on near every ship that sails the sea.

Try my stew.

– Mm. – Aye?

Aye.

I'm not going to relate the voyage in detail,

but two or three things require to be known.

First, I was most vigilant about this one-legged man.

Second, I discovered a ship is mostly just a great big inn

which is tipping from side to side, from front to back, from up to down.

The captain keeps it as straight as possible.

CAPTAIN: Bearing south-southwest.

Speed, five knots, fair winds, and a following sea.

I hate the captain, but I want to read his maps,

and survey his stars, and dance and dodge our Hispaniola across the sea.

Navigation is hard.

LONG JOHN SILVER: All a ship's work is hard, cabin girl.

All of us were hard at work, all the night and day.

All but Squire.

SQUIRE: My cabin is always pitching and tossing, damn it.

That's ships for you.

Go tell the captain, I command him to find some smoother seas.

Even on a ship, the world is an unequal place, Jim.

He's a landlubber.

Landlubbers aren't handy on ships,

particularly your doctor.

Oh, this terrible, terrible sea.

– (RETCHES) – LONG JOHN SILVER: Oh, the sea, the sea.

Your fine, fancy friends should be back at home on dry land

with a book and a pipe.

He was the easiest of masters.

He was the funniest of friends.

He understood, better than Grandma, even,

my need for continuous large amounts of food.

But still, my nightmare one-legged man stood always

somehow between us, until...

LONG JOHN SILVER: Smell that salt.

One desperate night.

LONG JOHN SILVER: Oh, smell the air.

Unfriendly winds, waves as high as mountains.

CAPTAIN: Batten down the hatches.

CREW: Aye, aye, Captain.

CAPTAIN: Hey, up on deck, girl.

Storm's coming.

– (THUNDER) – LONG JOHN SILVER: Woo-hoo!

How I do love a storm.

(BREAKING GLASS)

The storm was trying to crush our ship

in its mighty, gnashing jaws, and eat us up.

Storm and ship fought and fought.

Storm was winning.

Storm reached out an arm of wind,

and dragged me to ship's edge.

Storm sent up a hand of sea to pull me to my drowning.

My one-legged friend took me in his arms.

(RUSHING WATER)

No, master storm.

This girl belongs to me.

And I do swear, the storm heard him,

and at his words... died, and let our ship sail on.

Long John, the one-legged man of my nightmares?

No.

There are millions of one-legged men on the sea.

Sailing's a dangerous life.

Us sailors are ever in peril.

Long John was my... best friend, not only on the Hispaniola,

but in the whole world.

Such a wide, wide world, Jim.

Shall I show you some magic, Jim?

Yes.

Around us, there is nothing but sea.

Where are we?

I don't know.

Night's drawing in.

Oh.

Do you see anything?

– A star. – A planet, Venus.

Oh, another planet.

A star, Vega.

– Look. – Yellow star.

Capella.

And stars soon make shapes.

Upside down M.

Cassiopeia - that's renamed Upside Down M.

(WHISTLES) What is that shape?

Uh... A saucepan.

Hereafter known as Long John's Saucepan.

See, all these stars and shapes...

..is moving, Jim, save one immovable star...

which Long John's Saucepan will lead you to.

Now, imagine that you're lifting this handle

like you're pouring stew.

Now, you see the side that the stew pours out?

Yes, two bright stars.

Get the distance between them in your big brain.

– Yes. – And count, how many of that distance up

to the very brightest star?

One, two, three, four, five.

Bright, bright star.

North star, Polaris.

The one constant, immovable star.

Like Grandma.

Named hereafter... Grandma.

She's the head of all constellations.

Hercules, the hero.

There's Perseus, Auriga, Cepheus, Lyra.

Ursa Minor, little bear.

Now for the magic.

We use all of this to find out where

we are on this dark, empty sea.

We look to our horizon, we put out our measuring fist,

thumb flat atop, and count.

How many fists from the horizon up to Polaris?

– Grandma. – Grandma.

Three, four, five, six.

And hey presto!

You have turned into a human sextant.

What's a sextant?

A sextant is an instrument for measuring latitude.

I'm a human instrument for measuring latitude.

(LAUGHS) What's latitude?

How far northwards or southwards

you are on this whole dark earth.

So, human sextant, how many fists

from the horizon up to Grandma star?

– Six. – If each fist is 10 degrees, six be...

– 60 degrees. – And that is your latitude.

That's where you are right now - latitude 60 degrees.

And now you can find your way safe

through all this evil world.

Abracadabra.

Everyone was in the bravest spirits.

That night, we should sight our Treasure Island.

GREY: Look, there's, um... an albatross.

Can anyone else see it?

Can anyone hear me?

It's Grey here.

For once, I should like one of the doctor's apples.

There were still some in the very bottom of the...

The map!

Oh, clever doctor.

– Black Dog. – Black Dog?

Shh!

Open the barrel.

The map is nowhere to be found.

That cabin girl ain't coughing its location.

It's time for mathematics. Mutineers!

Stand by to go about.

Shh.

Explain the maths, Black Dog.

Well, landlubber, are you going to join along with us?

I'm not joining the mutiny, Black Cat.

Black Dog.

Join or swim, ploughman?

Oh, I can't swim, and I won't join.

Damn your black heart.

– Drown him. – Get up, get up.

– Swim in that, down there. – Oh, not brandy.

I swore to lemonade.

I swore to my old lady I wouldn't take strong spirits.

– One less agin us, Silver. – Look, it's another.

Get the pie-eater.

No, I think it weren't me that's ate that last pie.

I think it were.

We're for gold, not pie, peasant. Gold.

With us or against us?

Squire's been good to me.

With us, or against us?

Against us, and what do you think, Captain Flint?

Peck her eyes out, peck her eyes out.

Eyes and pies with us. No eyes, no pies with them.

The eyes and pies win.

– Sit down along with us. – Next.

Lucky Mickey, or unlucky Mickey?

Lucky Mickey.

Sit down along with us.

Two.

Odds is turning to evens.

How I do love the pleasure of pure mathematics.

This deserves grog.

Any biscuit with that?

We are all that is left alive of the Walrus crew, my friends.

That treasure is rightfully and fairly ours.

We have lost eyes, fingers, legs, brains.

We followed Squire Posh to Bristol.

I find you all gainful employment, so...

The crew of the Walrus become...

The crew of the Hispaniola.

– Thanks to who? – Thanks to you, John Silver.

We are now in the majority as we near the island.

Where our six shipmates vanished so strangely.

Who now do seem to...

Walk in our heads.

– Like ghosts. – Phantasmas.

Which is nothing as to who walks in my head, always.

Flint, my captain, who I killed in his bed.

For why?

For treasure, Silver.

Not for treasure, for who?

– For us, Long John. – For you.

For you, I endure in the dark of night...

..our dead captain...

..watching me.

But... but we are very near to grasping Flint's fist.

We tread carefully. At the first sign of that map, we...

– But when? – The last moment I can manage,

that is when.

Now, I stepped foot already on that island, I know it well.

So we subtract... and we smile till we shake hands

at last with Flint's fist.

(LAUGHS) Go, go and find us another swab to persuade.

Perhaps, er... Er...

Grey. Grey.

Dick, you must be a sweet lad

and get me one of spindly girl-boy's apples to wet my pipe.

Land ho.

– Rig capstan, weigh anchor. – ALL: Aye, aye, Captain.

We were in shallow, calm water.

Here, the map.

Just there, the island with its treasure.

And inside me, a storm more terrible than ever

I met at sea.

♪ It's a long hull, and a strong hull

♪ We pulled away together

♪ Blue, red, down she goes

♪ Through gales and stormy weather

♪ Across the world together

♪ It's a long hull and a strong hull

♪ We pulled away together

♪ Blue, red, down she goes

♪ Through gales and stormy weather

♪ Across the world together ♪

I have never seen grown-ups so a-jitter.

Captain said we had to turn and head for home,

but Squire said...

But there's treasure there, almost within our grasp.

We came for treasure.

I hate Long John Silver.

These are dangerous men.

We are in extreme peril.

We must be united, make a plan, and hold it firm and fast.

First most, we must secure the map. Who is to keep it?

Silver thinks I am his friend, the map is safest with me.

I promised your grandma I'd keep you safe.

Give me the damn map.

I'm a girl, not a baby.

We must lower a jolly boat.

Those loyal to us must stay with the ship.

Those disloyal, in the jolly boat.

They will to the island, where we will strand and starve them into surrender.

Yes, stick them in a jolly boat and jolly well strand them,

and they can jolly well starve.

How do we do this, Captain?

Like gentlemen and sailors, doctor,

with the clear eyes of truth, the proud hearts of courage,

and the sharp swords of righteousness

ready in our scabbards.

Gentlemen and ladies of the crew.

We are lowering a jolly boat, readying the grog,

to take the most deserving of you ashore.

Seven places in the jolly boat, lads.

Who's first to get their land legs back?

Killigrew, Dick, Goat.

Not I, Captain?

Not you, Squire.

Damn it, I'm disappointed.

Three places taken.

Oh, he won't pick me.

Captain hates me, it's not fair.

George Badger.

Oh, great.

Black Cat, Israel Hands.

I'll go in the jolly boat, shall I?

You see my hand up? No?

One place left in the jolly boat, lads.

Silver should take last place in the jolly boat.

He has worked hardest all voyage.

Jim, you get in the boat.

This looks like a sweet spot to step ashore on.

Oh, to be young and have ten toes to set on firm land.

Silver, you step into the boat with your five toes.

After all, you've been there before.

Now, how could you know that?

You told me.

No, I did not.

I told only old shipmates.

Walrus crew... We're uncovered, Hispaniola crew.

Take the ship.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

Red Ruth, come back to me, or no more pies.

I'll come back to you, Squire.

– Give up, Squire. – Don't damage my...

I will butcher you like pork.

Silver had Squire at his mercy. To save him,

I made a most terrible mistake.

Silver, I have the map.

I have the map.

Oh, she had the map all along.

What do you think about that, Captain Flint?

(PARROT SQUAWKS)

Oh, the map, the parrot's got the map.

Clever bird.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

The map. (CACKLING)

Parrot's in the rigging.

– Get the map. – Get it, girl.

Jim, climb, girl.

Do not lose that map.

(PARROT SQUAWKS)

PARROT: Pieces of eight, pieces of eight.

Pieces of eight.

Killigrew, shoot the girl.

(SUSPENSEFUL STRING MUSIC)

[APPLAUSE]

(SLOW DRUMBEAT)

♪ If you were me, I'd waste you

♪ You crackle

♪ Down, down, hold the man down

♪ You howl at the moon who slither and slow

♪ Down, down, hold the other down

♪ There's a stench on this island If you dare to draw breath

♪ Down, down, hold the other down

♪ That sickens your innards And tastes of pure death

♪ Down, down, hold the other down ♪

I can sense them, I can smell them, dead men.

Oh, silence with your ghosts.

Now let's dig our treasure instead. Cosh, Lucky Mickey.

(GROANS)

So, gentlefolk, one last time,

recite me all the coordinates of the treasure map.

Mutineer, one last time, I never saw the map.

I said from the beginning, I detest and abhor treasure.

Box about, blaggard. I'll tell you nothing.

The coordinates, Squire.

I have lost all faith in English men and women.

This heartache has driven all coordinates from my head.

There is nothing in my brain.

Oh, I believe there is nothing in your brain, Squire Stupid.

But our clever doctor here does have a brain,

and will remember the coordinates, I'm sure.

I'm miserable.

I promised that orphan child's grandmother, on my honour,

I would look after her.

I made that wretched map more important to me than a child,

I am beneath contempt.

End me! Push in your dagger, push in.

Red Ruth, dear woman, the map coordinates.

You know I cannot think when I'm hungry, Barbecue.

We know you can't think ever, learned pig.

Tell us the blaggardly, bloody belay coordinates, Simon.

Don't scream, tell us the coordinates.

– Joan. – What, what?

That 'un can't speak.

Drattation!

Try...

–GREY: Grey. – Grey.

GREY: Nice to be noticed, thank you, sirs.

But no one ever remembered to show me the map.

Well, lying leaves a very nasty taste in my mouth,

a very nasty taste.

Remove his wig.

Oh. Here is the recipe for today, rogues.

Let their brains cook to a light bake.

Killigrew, Dog, remain here regarding,

turn them occasional, so they get an even browning.

Israel Hands, go fine-tooth comb the ship.

Make sure that girl hasn't got back on it,

and don't break anything but her.

Goat, Dick, Badger, Lucky-thus-far-Mickey,

let's you and me be off a-foraging.

We need a few pounds of fresh, juicy girl-flesh to fry up.

And the map, with its list of vital ingredients.

My stranglers is waiting.

Bake like the corn-fed chickens you are.

Fry like the field-fowl ye are.

(LAUGHS)

Truth, I'm frying here, too, Dog.

Truth, I'm baking here, too, Killigrew.

Me very throttlers is sweaty.

The sun's taken all my bark and spittle.

I'm working up a rare and mighty thirst.

Truth. Dog... Dog... Grog!

Grog.

(LAUGHTER)

Let's get to drinking.

What a long swim.

What very difficult and unhelpful tides

round this island.

I am most sticky with salt, and father's britches

are chafing me very sorely.

I hate Billy Bones' island.

I do swear, it listens and mutters.

I hate its heat, its bad breath, its flabby flesh.

I do not know what has happened to my friends.

Captured, dead.

At least I saved the map.

Perhaps it will tell me which direction to...

Why...

Something's...

Oh, Grandma.

(SCREAMS) What are you?

(GURGLES)

Are you human?

Oh, I'm Ben Gunn.

I'm Ben Gunn, I am, and I haven't spoken to anyone

but myself for these past three years.

Three years. Ben Gunn, haven't you? What? Ben Gunn, speak up.

Haven't spoken to anyone but yourself for these past three years.

No. No? No, no, I haven't.

So you're... you're Ben Gunn?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I am, are you? Yeah, yeah, I am.

I am too. What are you?

Ow! Why did you nip me?

See if you is real, or a product of my probably now diseased brain.

Yes, I'm real.

If I could have a little bit of cheese...

– No, don't do that. – I haven't had cheese, not real cheese.

No, I'm serious. Don't do that.

I've had cheese of the diseased imagination,

but it's not the same as real cheese, real toasted cheese.

– Stop searching me, Ben Gunn. – That ship there, is that a real ship?

If so, what ship? Quick, name.

Well, why don't you swim out to nip it, find out for yourself?

Ben Gunn can't swim.

Oh, Ben Gunn has dreamed of a real ship

almost more than he has dreamed of cheese.

Oh, Ben Gunn wishes he could get on that ship and sail home,

don't you, Ben Gunn?

Oh, yeah.

To a safe, warm place with more than me,

some good humans, and real cheese, toasted for preference.

– Um... is that your ship? – Yes.

And is there a one-legged man on it at all?

– Yes. – Silver?

Yes. You know Long John Silver?

How do you know Long John Silver?

How? Speak.

You're so scrawny.

You're the cabin boy, the scrawny cabin boy.

Just nod.

On the Walrus?

Just nod.

They left you on the island, why?

Were you bad?

Did they just forget?

I'm a pirate fighter, you need to tell me.

Ben Gunn, if you can get some words out,

I'll put you on my ship and feed you cheese.

Silver says... Captain Flint wants six reliable swabs

to bury our treasure on this here handy island.

He says, I picked five already.

Who for the sixth?

And Silver says, Captain Flint, take Ben Gunn along with you

for he is the only writing person on board ship.

So he can write out the clues for the finding

of the treasure, and... and he is smart as paint.

– He said that to me. – He looked out for you too?

Right up until the time he didn't.

Yeah, right up until the time he didn't.

– Which was? – It was my first day

– on this mad-making island. – Tell me.

Silver rows our ship to island, and we six and Flint,

we find a sweet spot, and we start digging.

What?

Well, the hole is very deep, and the sun's very hot.

And the other five is in the hole,

and the hole is deepening.

And I'm writing down the clues in rhyme.

And Captain Flint says, 'Cabin boy,

'go and fill my flask of water from that pool.'

I go, I come back.

You came back, what?

The five are shot through their heads, every one.

And Captain Flint says, 'Now, boy, come very near here so I won't miss.'

But my feet, they won't go forwards,

they insist on going backwards, and then I fall down a hole.

And oh, I'm in the tunnels.

I feel safe in tunnels, because scrawniness

is a gift in tunnels, I think.

Ben Gunn, run, run, run, run, run.

I'll find my best friend Silver, and he'll save me from Flint.

So I tunnels up, I see Silver sitting there.

I opens my mouth to say, 'Friend, Silver, help!'

And...

I hears him say...

'Ho, Flint.

'Did you abracadabra away those six?'

'No,' says Flint.

'I'm one short - that scrawny just disappeared into thin air.'

And my friend, my friend, my friend says...

'We've gots to subtract that one too.

'He is smart as paint.'

– The devil. – 'The tide's turning,' says Flint.

'Well, he won't last a week without me feeding him stew,'

says my bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad friend.

'And if he does survive, then I'll kill him with my very own hands

'when we return to up-dig that treasure.'

And now, he's returned to up-dig that treasure

and kill me with his very own hands.

Ben Gunn, I swear on a lump of the tastiest cheese,

I will be your true friend.

We're both smart as paint.

And with four legs between us, and two...

one and a half good brains, we will defy and defeat

our one-legged nightmare.

How does this reverse chimney system work?

You've got to go headfirst.

Headfirst into mud?

Yeah, just dive.

Just dive.

SQUIRE: I feel like a steamed pudding.

RED RUTH: Oh, I could murder a steamed pudding.

Me stomach thinks me throat's been cut.

CAPTAIN: Look, that grog-pickled pirate pair

have fallen into a stupor.

This is our chance to escape.

If only we can hatch an escape plan, belay and think.

The locks on these infernal manacles

are of a simple, rudimentary construction.

If only I could reach my medical bag,

there are instruments in there that we could employ as lock-picks.

Let's try inch our way thatwards.

Courage, crew. Heave!

Haul out the cat! Rig capstan!

Oh, hopeless.

We're pinned here.

If only I could reach my damn bag.

– What the tarnation...? – What the devil is that?

Grey, sir. Saw the albatross.

No one thought to chain me up.

– ALL: Get the bag! – [LAUGHTER]

– What can I hand you, doctor? – Scalpel.

Scalpel, doctor.

Hopeless. Forceps, please.

Forceps, doctor.

PARROT: Pieces of eight, pieces of eight. Pieces of eight.

– Silver and his mutineers returning. – Speed here, doctor.

– Damnation. Pistol, Grey. – Pistol, doctor.

Pistol, doctor?

Just sometimes, my patients require me

to put a quick, merciful, and pain-free end to them.

(SHOT FIRES)

(SHOT FIRES)

Quick, the powder, the vittles, the shot, et cetera.

Now beat a retreat!

LONG JOHN SILVER: What has happened here?

(GROANS)

(SNORING)

Little sleepy, were we, lads?

40 winks, was it?

Do you notice anything different?

You toss-potters.

Well, Long John, you left some wrong choices here a-guarding.

Took us traipsing through thorn and thistle in my one outfit.

Didn't find the girl, didn't find the map.

That has given me a headache, that has.

It's like, you're not so lucky for me, suddenly, Silver.

Well, Silver.

You took us on a wild goose chase,

you decided to leave two toss-pots to guard everything.

And now we got no hostages, no vittles, no grog.

(GROANS)

This is a poor pass you brought us to here,

Silver, a very poor pass.

PARROT: Where's the treasure?

That parrot's put his claws on it.

– Where is the treasure, Silver? – Not here, is where.

Perhaps we need a new leader, Long John.

Badger, perhaps indeed.

Well, you're right. You're right.

How could I, a man with but one leg

lead you fine, dangerous, two-legged fellows?

Huh?

I should not have left you, Dog. I should not have left you, Killigrew.

I am...

..hopeless, I am.

Perhaps George Badger here should be leader.

What do you think, Killigrew?

I think, yes.

Two-legged man leading all the two-legged men,

because who could best George Badger?

No one.

Or a great braw-battler like you, Killigrew.

– No one, that's who. – No one, indeed.

How could anyone do that?

Unless, of course, someone come at him from behind.

You see, even then, Killigrew here

has the advantage, because he's too big,

and he wrests that knife right off of old Silver.

(LAUGHTER)

Unless, yet again, someone come at him from behind.

Like, he's got the one leg... Argh!

..and the two knives.

Oh!

Oh... Oh!

Who did you say you wanted as your new leader, George?

Swabs? Who?

You, Long John.

We've always been for you.

Right response, tramp.

We will make this our stockade.

RED RUTH: If only Squire is suddenly thirsty,

and sees the water, not the brandy.

CAPTAIN: Keep looking, Red Ruth.

I saw it packed with my own sharp eyes.

DOCTOR: Yes, water, here. Force feeding tube.

GREY: Force feeding tube, doctor.

SQUIRE: It's in there somewhere.

It is exactly what we need right now.

DOCTOR: Water.

We have water, powder, shot, grog, food, tobacco.

We lack only what is in there somewhere.

Heavens, the very earth is erupting.

JIM HAWKINS: Don't shoot, don't shoot, friend. Friend.

– SQUIRE: Jim? – Friend.

Jim, is it indeed you? Jim, you're alive!

SQUIRE: Jim, have you the map?

Who cares about the map, Squire?

The map, Squire.

Strangers with muskets and pistols, with probably bullets in them.

Oh, Ben Gunn hopes they are products

of his lonely, terrified imagination.

Out, belay!

– Real captain. – This is...

Ben Gunn, cabin boy and reluctant former pirate.

That's a real captain, then?

So the muskets and the pistols are probably real too,

with real bullets in them?

The cabin boy of the Walrus.

You've brought us the bloody cabin boy of the bloody Walrus?

– Yeah, Ben Gunn's sorry. – Burier of the treasure.

Yeah, Ben Gunn's really sorry.

Intimate of the island these past three years.

We have a treasure map, we have a treasure burier.

Soon, we'll have the jolly treasure.

Here it is, Squire.

Hoist it, Red Ruth.

Secure the flag to that high spot up there.

Squire, is that a good idea?

Ben Gunn thinks that is a truly bad idea.

We will show all villains what honest English men

and women are made of.

Do not announce our hiding place

for every villain on the island.

There we are, Squire.

(WHISTLING SOUND) (GROANS)

This is Dick the Dandy's long-distance finisher.

BEN GUNN: If Dick the Dandy is here,

Long John Silver will soon follow.

Run, go.

RED RUTH: Me throat's been cut.

BEN GUNN: They have found us.

SILENT SUE: (WAILS)

There's an unexplored scientific notion.

Grief releases the voice.

There, there, Silent Sue.

Sometimes in sorrow, a silver lining.

No fear for a hand that's been sliced down in her duty, sir.

Sorry, gunpowder in me eye, sorry.

(SOBS) Damnation.

PARROT: Pieces of eight, pieces of eight.

Look, white flag.

LONG JOHN SILVER: Flag of truce!

it's Captain Silver to former Captain Smollett.

Come to make terms, gentleman to gentleman.

Captain Silver? Gentlemen? Here's double promotion.

Jim, you hide. He may think you and the map still lost.

We will play this liar at his own game.

I am a poor, unarmed, one-legged captain of the men

you have deserted, and I need your word of honour not to shoot me, sir.

You are not a captain.

I have not deserted any man, ever.

But I remain a man of honour, and you have my word,

you stinking pile of seagull guano.

Well, what a sweet, pretty place.

Stall your small talk and state your business, Silver.

A simple discussion of mathematics.

On your side, you is minus yet another.

Red Ruth, my plough woman.

Minus plough woman, minus musket power.

But on your plus is vittles, tobacco, grog.

And do you have Jim?

Do you have the map, also?

We have neither the map, nor Jim.

But we have scoured this island with a fine-tooth comb.

There's no Jim anywhere.

There is no Jim here.

My honest heart tells me you lie, doctor.

– What do you think, bird? – Where's the girl?

Yeah, where's the map?

Where's the map?

Such honest eyes.

PARROT: Such honest eyes.

Such tasty eyes, right, bird?

Very tasty eyes.

You hear me well, Ex-Captain Stuffed Shirt.

You have until daybreak to deliver the girl and the map,

or I will set Captain Flint here

to peck out this puff-ball's eyes and swallow them like scotch eggs.

You hear me well, ex-ship's cook.

You have until daybreak to come up one by one, unarmed.

I'll clap you all in irons, and take you home

to fair trial in England.

If you won't, I'll see you all to Davy Jones.

Now tramp, my lad, double quick, while you still have my word of honour

not to put a bullet in your worthless carcass.

Word of honour.

Gentlemen.

(WHISTLES)

– (GUNSHOT) – Island magic.

Now that is what I think of your words of honour, gentlemen.

Oh, it was terrible. Captain said...

– Am I dying, doctor? – Doctor said...

Yes, Captain. You are another loss.

– Squire said... – This is all the fault of my stupid flag.

What a rash fool I've been.

Grown-ups, stop snivelling.

– You're all hopeless. Yes, go on. – (SNORING)

Snore, I hope you have nightmares, every one.

I can count on no one but myself.

What must be done... must be done by me alone.

(SLOW STRING MUSIC)

Is this far enough away from Long John Silver, Ben Gunn?

No.

Oh.

Oh, but this is as far away

as you can get from him on this island, isn't it, Ben Gunn?

Yes.

Well, he'll just come and kill me now, won't he, Ben Gunn?

Yeah, he will. No, he won't.

Oh, I'd really like some cheese.

Oh, well, why won't he kill me now, Ben Gunn?

Because he doesn't know you're alive, does he?

No.

Ben Gunn, he thinks you are dead.

Dead... a ghost boy.

Oh, pay him back. Yes, how?

Think, how? Remember, you as smart as paint.

Yes. No, wait. What? Would it?

No. Could it? Yes. Yes?

No. Brave? No.

Brave?

Yes.

Ben Gunn, think.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

The strong tide had sapped my strength.

The haul up the anchor ropes ached my arms

and hurt my hands, but being back on my Hispaniola

had my spirits soaring.

Israel Hands, I'd forgotten about you.

Israel Hands, I am Captain of this ship.

I demand you lash yourself to this wheel

and help me sail the ship round the island

to help all good men and true back to England.

Eh?

Israel, captain of ship.

You lash yourself to the wheel, help sail ship round island.

(NON-ENGLISH SPEECH)

Captain, me. You, crew.

You take this rope, and...

Israel Hands, please don't light your pipe.

Pipe, light, no.

Not by that barrel.

I am the captain. This is my ship.

I will light my pipe.

I always carry this sacred medal that my blessed mother gave me.

No one can kill me.

You speak English?

Only when I have to.

Very ugly language.

(BOOM)

(GULLS CAW)

[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

Er...

I must... I must rescue my friends.

Sail the ship on your own.

It's impossible. You have to.

I don't know how. Yes, you do.

You're turning into Ben Gunn.

Shut up, and get on with it.

Find your route.

Venus.

Vega, Yellow, Capella, Upside Down M.

Lying Scoundrel's Saucepan, Grandma, Polaris.

Latitude.

I'm at 40 degrees.

Wind, wind direction.

South-southwest.

To work.

♪ Bright morning star a-rising

(CHORUS SINGING) ♪ Bright morning star a-rising

♪ Bright morning star a-rising

♪ Day is a-breaking in my soul ♪

(SINGING CONTINUES)

You know how to do this.

Strong tide, my lovely ship.

The wind, the tide, and I will take you round this island,

and hide you for my friends.

Captain Hawkins here.

Master sailor, through her wide knowledge of seafaring,

her superhuman strength, her indomitable courage,

has anchored her schooner safe, out of sight yonder.

I will wake my friends with this wonderful news.

Doctor Lizzie, you have to wake up.

So here's Jim Hawkins, live as a basket of eels,

and smart as paint.

Where are my friends?

Your friends is not your friends no more.

Liar.

The squire said, 'That dog Jim has run off from us.'

The doctor himself is dead set against you.

No. Squire!

– Doctor? – See? Skedaddled.

The world is more terrible than I could have imagined.

The doctor said, 'You are the better fellow,

'so our brandy, our tobacco, our vittles are for you.

'And,' adds he, 'here is something just for you, Long John,'

and hands me this.

– Our map. – My map,

which you must read for us instanter.

The doctor gave away our map?

– Yeah. – To you?

Yeah.

The doctor said, 'As for that girl, confound her.

'I don't know why I've been so guarding

'of her wretched little life.

'Kill her, drown her, Silver, I don't much care.'

The doctor and squire have deserted me.

For them, I sail alone a ship.

I hate you, Squire.

I double hate you, doctor.

Doctor handed me the map on a plate.

The sea handed me you on a plate.

The very stars are saying, 'You are with us.'

I have nothing left to believe in but treasure.

I will be a pirate too.

Give me the map.

Read, pirate girl.

Let's after treasure!

'So I may... something from my pile, latitude north 62,

'big bullet hole will find the island...'

Yeah, the coordinates are here. We're here, aren't we?

Just read on.

'The heart protected by the ribs,

'who knows this will get his dibs upon it.'

But that's odd.

Well, we need to look for a skeleton.

Just like Flint to bury gold in a corpse.

Yeah, good luck finding it.

(LAUGHTER)

What do these put you in mind of?

– Ribs. – Ribs.

– Where are we? – Standing in the very ribs.

(LAUGHTER)

'If I'm fair of face, it's simple.

'Escalate the biggest pimple.'

BLACK DOG: I'm fair of face.

KILLIGREW: We're all fair of face.

Yes, but who's un-fairest of face?

– You. – No, you.

Oi, the top of me face is unfair,

but the bottom of my face is pretty.

This landscape, looked from on high, it would look like...

Like a great, drowned face, covered in...

JIM HAWKINS: Stubble and...

LONG JOHN SILVER: Spots.

Biggest pimple.

'Upon that spot, I suggest you linger

'until you see a pointing finger.'

– There's nothing. – Linger, it said we have to linger.

Lingering drives me to...

(CLAMOUR)

Look!

Moonlight.

It bends like it's...

LONG JOHN SILVER: Look, it's pointing.

The mirror has put his finger on it. Dig, dig.

Get in there.

LONG JOHN SILVER: Piece of whale bone

with words scrimshawed on it.

Oh, not more reading.

Oh, I can almost smell treasure.

Read on.

'Stand thereupon.

'Choose moon or sun.

'The cove who knows to turn his face

'has wit and luck to find the place.

'By my hand, Edward Flint.'

Nothing, very nothing.

It's just darkness.

'By my hand, Edward Flint.'

Turn your faces up, observe those stars,

what shape is that?

– JOAN: A fist. – LONG JOHN SILVER: Flint's fist.

Just like our old captain.

You can't grasp Flint's fist -

you have to read it in the very stars.

GEORGE BADGER: Look, his very finger pointing.

(MURMURING IN ANTICIPATION)

Look, something hard.

(LAUGHTER)

– O'Docherty's music box. – Open it.

I don't like this. What is that?

JOAN: Little boy sailor there, twirling.

KILLIGREW: It's that cabin boy that died, Ben Gunn.

JIM HAWKINS: Holding a piece of parchment.

LONG JOHN SILVER: Read it.

'For those who felt both wounds and hurts...'

That's us!

'..you now enjoy your just deserts.'

Our treasure.

'You found the box, you followed the map.

'You need now to open your trap.

'To stuff those groats into your coats,

'right up to their gunnels, try and find a maze of tunnels.

A trap, a trap.

JOAN: (GRUNTING) George! Trap.

(LAUGHING) Maze of tunnels.

(LAUGHTER)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

JOAN: Treasure, treasure.

LONG JOHN SILVER: I can smell it.

Last down the ladder, as usual. It's not fair.

Yes, swabs, if only I could be up those nooks and crannies

along with you all, but a one-legged man is no help in holes.

Jim, come closer.

Can I trust you?

As much as I can trust you, Long John.

Stay up here by the trap, girl.

Here.

You didn't think I'd play ill by my cabin girl, did you?

See how I trust you with my life.

We let these worms wriggle and burrow.

As soon as we see them start up the ladder with the loot,

you and me,

we puts a pistol ball in each one of their brains.

And then the treasure's ours, darling.

Two shares is bigger than seven shares, it adds up, doesn't it?

Yes, it adds up.

All the things you could buy for Grandma.

Hens, numerous, chairs, comfortable.

Cottages, one for her, and a castle for you, girl.

I realised in that moment three things.

One, I wasn't quite grown-up enough for some of this yet.

Two, Grandma.

She wouldn't take a penny that wasn't hers,

even when she was starving, even when I was starving.

My dues, and not a farthing more.

Jim, Grandma would hate you if you were a pirate.

You're Jim Hawkins, honest granddaughter to honest Grandma Hawkins, no pirate.

No pirate at all.

And three, I was a pirate fighter holding a pistol

from a lying pirate.

– There's nothing here. – Or here.

Or here.

There's no treasure here.

This is a poor pass you've brought us to, eh, Silver?

A very poor pass.

LONG JOHN SILVER: Hey, swabs, you villains.

The treasure is down here.

You are all just too lazy to search every maze end.

Now, a poor one-legged man leads you right to the treasure,

and now a poor one-legged man has to jump down into a pit,

and do the uncovering himself.

I tell you, there's nothing here.

Not a groat, not a sou.

Well, I tell you to keep looking.

GEORGE BADGER: And I'll tell you,

you can look, and spike, and kick, and command all you like.

There's no treasure here.

JIM HAWKINS: And I tell you, I'm arresting you

in the name of justice and my honest friends.

Surrender yourself to me now,

and I will take you back alive to England for fair trial.

Well, you have bested us.

We need a fine, fierce captain like Captain Flint

to help us out of this new hole everybody. Bird!

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

Oh, you foolish, misguided girl.

Wrong side of the equation again.

MAN: Who steals my treasure?

Who steals my treasure?

Dear God, what's that?

MAN: Edward Flint asks, who steals my treasure?

I do, Captain.

Call you me Captain,

after you put your arm around my shoulder like a friend,

then plunged your dagger

one, two, three times into my back?

You murderer.

Oh, dear lord. It's Flint.

Then Captain, you...

you're dead.

I placed the pennies on your vacant staring dead eyes.

Yet here I am, Long John Silver.

And you must do my bidding, must you not?

– Black Dog? – BLACK DOG: Yes, Captain?

George Badger?

Dick the Dandy?

DICK: Even in death, he sees us.

Joan the Goat?

JOAN: Oh, even in death he knows our very names.

Even in death, I am your captain.

You are still my crew, and I command you.

ALL: Aye, aye, Captain.

Seize the villain Silver.

LONG JOHN SILVER: Oh, no, no, no.

You, too, not now so Lucky Mickey.

MICKEY: Aye, aye, Captain.

Kill him.

Just a moment.

Lucky Mickey was never a crew member to you, Captain.

Not in life, perhaps.

Do not quibble with a ghost, sir.

Welcome, treasure seekers.

(SCREAMS)

Ah, Ben Gunn.

Yes. False, false, false, false friend.

Oh, dear lord.

It's our cabin boy from the Walrus.

Are you dead?

Three years without food.

Three years without friend or cook.

Did I eat stars?

Did I live on air?

GEORGE BADGER: Is he a ghost?

LONG JOHN SILVER: Ghost, I beg of you...

Don't walk in my head.

BEN GUNN: I'm not here to walk in your head.

Ben Gunn is tired of guarding his treasure.

Give this ghost his peace.

Take my treasure.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

LONG JOHN SILVER: After it.

– My true friends. – It is your squire.

Silent Sue.

Grey.

Finally, someone remembers my name.

Doctor, I thought you betrayed me.

You disappeared.

I thought you betrayed us.

I hated you.

I became a pirate.

And we became tricksters in Ben Gunn's excellent plan.

Is it going to work?

Ben Gunn thinks so.

Ben Gunn's former crew, and Ben Gunn's false, false friend

are traversing Ben Gunn's tunnel system.

BLACK DOG: I can smell treasure very near.

They're hitting and beating Ben Gunn's island.

The island's like a cabin boy, it doesn't like being hurt.

SQUIRE: No, it's cut, stabbed.

It doesn't like being hit.

The island's like Captain Flint's sea chest.

You've got to open it gentle.

The treasure isn't in the bottom.

Treasure...

The treasure's in the...

Treasure, come to me!

(CRASHING)

No! Long John Silver!

You see, this is the true nature of treasure.

It's cold-hearted and dangerous.

It's not useful or delicious like a tunnel system,

or eatable like cheese.

Friends, we are stranded on this terrible island.

(WAILING)

We are alive, Silent Sue.

We are alive.

Silent Sue, shut up.

We must learn to live together, somehow. I will be in charge.

– Squire, I... – The island's squire, if you will.

– Squire, I... – Shh, shh.

We must learn to plough and plant,

and grow our own food in this wretched landscape.

– Squire, I... – Shh. We will be happy.

Squire, I have the ship secure, moored beyond the headlands.

Oh, thank heavens for that.

Then collect up all that lovely sparkly gold,

and board ship to England.

♪ And it's time to go now

♪ Haul away the halyard

♪ Haul away the halyard

♪ 'Tis our sailing time

♪ When my body's grounded

♪ Haul away for heaven

♪ Haul away for heaven

♪ God be by my side

♪ On me evening tide

♪ 'Tis our sailing time ♪

Grandma. Grandma!

Jim, oh, my Jemima, oh.

What in hell is that?

I'm Ben Gunn.

Are you a real grandma?

No nipping, no nipping.

Brandy, Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, with some nice cheese.

I was home, with cheese, which we can eat.

With gold, which we cannot.

My tale is told.

My ship returned.

Oxen and wainropes would not bring me back

to that accursed island.

Now, the worst nightmares that ever I have

are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts,

or start upright in bed hearing...

PARROT: Pieces of eight, pieces of eight.

(CACKLING)

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