I'll be wanting a cabin.
How long will you and your friend be staying?
Until l leave.
Jim, show Mr. X, the gentleman, to his room.
Yes, Mother.
A few drops of rum in his belly...
...and the little groghead forgets his manners.
Ain't that so, Hiccup?
-How are you called, lad? -Jim Hawkins, sir.
Well, Jim Hawkins...
...here's a penny for you.
There's another penny every day if you keep a weather eye open...
...for a seafaring man with one leg.
One leg, sir?
Soon as you see him coming...
...run faster than a typhoon and let me know.
Yes, sir.
Who's there?
Where am I
Please, don't harm me.
I'm just a poor blind man...
...looking for me old mate, Bill Bones.
You're at the Admiral Benbow Inn, sir. We've only one guest.
That would be dear old Bill . The short, jolly chap with a mustache, he is.
I'm sorry, sir. Our guest is a tall sea gentleman with a--
Take me to him.
He's been out all day at the cliffs, sir.
Hush.
Inside.
And not a word, or it's everlasting dry dock for you, my lad.
Is that me old shipmate, Bill Bones?
Speak up, Bill , l know it's you.
A blind man's ears never forget the footsteps...
...of a dear old friend.
Is that little Hiccup l hear tiptoeing away?
-What is it you're after, Pew? -I've come to deliver something, Bill .
Boy, take me to dear Bill .
Lay hands on your dagger, Pew...
...and you'll never see darkness again.
You know I'm not a man favors violence, Bill .
Just shake me hand, and I'll be on me way.
Rum!
Bring me rum!
"The black spot. 8:00."
They can't scare me.
I'll show them yet.
Oh! What are we to do?
-We must fetch Squire Trelawney. -Yes, at once. Come, Jim.
-Wait! -Where are you going?
To collect the money that's due us.
-He might have it in that sea chest. -l can't stay another minute with--
Wait outside. I'll hurry.
-Mother! -What is it, Jim?
The blind man is coming back. Hide, quick!
-I'll wait for you. -I'll be all right. Hurry!
Is anybody here?
-Eins, Zwei, Drei. -Aye, aye, mein Herr.
Break the door down.
Hold on, mates. Maybe the door ain't bolted.
An order is an order.
Issica? Where are you?
Right here, Pew.
Have a look about for that boy. l don't trust him.
Aye, aye, matey.
Bones is kaput.
-Give me the map. -He don't got it. We searched him.
-Search him again, fools . -We search him again, mein Herr.
No map. Only underwear.
It's that boy!
He stole the map. Find the boy!
His chest! It 's up here in the cabin!
He kept the map in a red oilcloth. Open the chest.
Pew...
...l ain't one for believing in ghosts, you know.
Us neither.
Ghosts?! What ghosts?
That chest was opening of itself .
It does!
Lead me to it, you stupid ignorants.
Look!
It's alive!
Pick up the mouse, you fools. Catch him!
You see better with your ears than us with our eyes.
The mouse with the map is a rat. That's funny.
The mouse! The mouse!
You idiots! He went this way.
Where's the map?
What map?
The boy's disappeared, Pew.
Forget him. The mouse has the map!
The mouse!
Idiots!
We didn't do it.
All right, where's the little traitor gone to?
Maybe what we saw, we didn't see.
Have you got the map? The map!
Pew, we was chasing him and--
-The warning signal -To the boat, mates!
There ain't no leaving till I have Flint's maps in me hands!
Which way is the mouse?
Point me the right way, you lily -livered sea dogs!
I'll find him on my own, you scurvy cowards!
The other way! The other way!
They never listen.
I say, the rascals are making for the shore. After them!
-It 's Squire Trelawney! -Thank the Lord.
Row! Row!
Return fire!
My gun. Where's my--? Oh, l haven't brought-- Oh, dear.
Redruth, I've gone and forgotten my gun. Rotten luck.
l can't just sit here like a ninny, doing nothing.
Yes. Smashing good idea, Redruth.
If we live through this barrage, you'll be wanting a new bowler.
Very good, sir.
By Jove, now they've gone too far.
Dr. Livesey, how is she?
Your mother's sleeping comfortably.
A bit of rest and-- l say, what's that in the corner?
It's a mouse. They're four-legged creatures...
...that skitter about, nibble cheese--
Sorry. Of course you recognize a mouse when you see one.
Squire, l was referring to that odd red bundle ...
...the rodent is using for a pillow.
l wonder if that's what those pirates were so anxious to get at.
Let's have a look, eh?
-Relieve the creature of his pillow. -As you wish, sir.
l guess he doesn't trust strangers.
Who cares whom he trusts? I'm a squire.
A squire's got a right to know what he wants...
...and l want to know what's in that bundle.
One shouldn't let oneself become overwrought. Bad for one's liver.
Level with my diver. Devil with my liver.
l can get him to come out. He's partial to rum.
Rum? Did he say rum?
You mean the little beggar's a rum-pot?
It's the modern age, Livesey.
1 735, and the world 's falling apart.
It always is, always will be, and never shall .
Livesey...
...you read too much.
III-mannered to boot.
-Redruth, the bundle. -Yes, sir.
Redruth, that was unwise.
It seems to be a map.
l wonder if it's Captain Flint's map.
Captain Flint's map? You mean this--? We--?
Flint was the most villainous buccaneer who ever roamed the seas.
If this map reveals where he buried his treasure....
Trelawney, do stop shouting. Bad for one's ears, what?
Ears? Livers? Don't bother me with body organs...
...when adventure's in the air.
Jim, my boy, you're going to be rich.
And your dear mama will never have to work a day again.
-I'd like that, sir. -Wishful thinking.
Jim, I'm going to fit out a ship in Bristol dock...
...and we'll sail her to the isle of treasure.
-A real ship, sir? -Up to nonsense.
I'm going to set your mama in my house while we're at sea.
-She'll be well seen to there. -Oh, thank you, sir.
The only proper way to accumulate treasure is to inherit it.
How much is Flint's treasure worth?
Oh, I'd say about 750,000 pounds.
-When do we leave, Trelawney? -Good show. Adventure, my friends!
That's what keeps a man young.
Welcome, mates. That's sea talk , you know.
-Aye, aye, sir. -By George, the lad learns quickly .
How long shall we be staying at this inn, Trelawney?
The inn?
No more inn for us, Livesey. Ready, Redruth?
Ready.
If not at the inn, where shall we stay?
Why, on the Hispanola, of course.
Isn't she a beauty!
Attention, crew.
Anchor aweigh! Up sail
Begin!
I'm the owner of this ship, and l say:
Off we go!
l think the bloke wants us to cast off.
Hoist the anchor! Raise the mainsail
Set the jib! Step lively , you swabs!
-Who gave the order to sail -Ah, Captain Smollett.
Captain, Dr. Livesey, young Jim Hawkins, and my valet, Redruth.
l asked who gave the order for the ship to sail
Why, l did, of course.
l see!
Trelawney, when you informed me you hired the crew...
...without consulting me, l was not pleased.
l told you l had the aid of a fine fellow l ran into by chance.
Our new cook. Name's Mr. Silver.
We fell to talking and the chap offered to hire the rest of the crew.
Why, they're a splendid group. Just look at them.
They look like a bunch of dirty, lying, cheating cutthroats to me.
I say, look here, Smollett.
I can do as l please, sir. I own this vessel
I know that, but I'm the captain. Onboard ship, I'm in command.
Observe.
Trim the sail
Sailor!
Swab the deck!
Drop anchor!
Have I made myself perfectly clear?
-Perfectly . -Hawkins....
-Report to the galley as ship's boy. -Aye, aye, sir.
Trelawney, I suggest you never upset that little chap again.
-Remind me not to upset him again. -Very good, sir.
I wonder where the galley is?
Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
-Well, now, who might you be, mate? -Jim Hawkins, sir. I'm ship's boy.
Well, welcome aboard, Jim Hawkins. I'm the cook.
Some call me Cookie, some call me Barbecue...
...but the name l own is Long John Silver.
Keep a weather eye open for a seafaring man with one leg.
-Something wrong, Jim? -No, Mr. Silver.
-I've never been aboard a ship before. -You're just a landlubber adrift, lad.
Don't fret because old Long John will teach you your duties.
First thing's first.
-See that loaf of strike-me-dead? -Strike-me-dead?
That's what we call bread.
If ever l should ask you to bring me my strike-me-dead...
...that's the one you carry to me.
-Yes, sir. -And I thank you.
-Now, this here is Captain Flint. -Captain Flint.
Captain Flint?
He's 200 years old and once belonged to a buccaneer now dead.
-Thank the king's gunpowder. -Gunpowder! Gunpowder!
Gunpowder!
-Rig in your booms, boy. -Rig in my booms?
That means pull in your elbows.
There you go, Jim. It ain't nothing but sailor talk.
That's port and that's starboard and that's--
Those men at the apple barrel They're pirates.
Eins, Zwei, Drei are pirates, you say?
Pirates, you say?
-l swear it on my honor. -That's good enough for me.
I'll let them know no pirate is eating Long John Silver's chow, by Jupiter.
By Jupiter! By Jupiter!
Morgan, Gorilla, lend a hand with these here pirates.
Pirates?
We didn't do it.
Belay there, men! This is a ship of law and order.
Only the captain gives punishment. Take them to the brig.
Hear me, right.
-You wrecked my mother's inn. -It was somebody else.
I could've swore they was decent men.
We can all misjudge somebody. At first, I thought you were a pirate.
Why would you think that? Because I have wood instead of real toes?
A sailor warned me about a man with one leg.
Never judge a man by the number of legs he's got.
Plenty with two ain't worth feeding to sharks.
When l inform the captain about those three, I'll give you the credit.
Thank you. But you just don't up and knock on a captain's cabin door.
I'll report to the first mate, and he'll signal the captain.
I guess that's wise.
Squire Trelawney broke some sea rules, and Captain Smollett was upset and--
Those two, they were with the other pirates.
Hands, Ears, Knives! Heave to and lock up them pirates.
It was a lucky day for us when the squire hired you, Mr. Silver.
l just come from Captain Smollett's cabin. He sent me personal
-Was it about the pirates l identified? -Aye, that it was, Jim.
The captain has decided a decision, but he swore me to secrecy.
-Can I trust you? -On my honor as an Englishman.
Well, here's how she lays, mate.
The captain's ordered those five to walk the plank this very night.
You mean...?
Aye, Jim, over the side the murdering heathen go.
Seeing as how you ain't a full -grown man...
...I'll understand if you lack the courage to witness it.
-Good night. -Wait! I'm not afraid.
If you got anything to say before you go...
...say it now, you heartless barnacles.
-Little boy? -Yes?
We hate you.
I never met a pirate wasn't a coward when called to walk the plank.
Say hello to Davy Jones, you dirty blubber-heads.
Hello, Davy Jones. We hate you too.
What happened here is a secret between us and the captain...
...and my friend Jim Hawkins.
-Aye, aye. -Aye, aye.
Jim, you done your duty like a man.
Go below and pound your ear for what's left of the night. I'll stand watch.
Aye, aye, Long John.
Hiccup, what are you doing in there?
I'll get you out.
Oh, my, Hiccup, sometimes you really are an awful bother.
I guess l bamboozled the lad right well , eh, mates?
-He done give up. -Yeah, he went to bed, he did.
-You're our leader. -You're our leader, sure enough.
I still say we should cut the boy's heart out, and soon.
No, Morgan, I've a mind to wait.
We know they got Flint's map.
Let's kill them, take the map, and dig up the treasure.
-Dead men don't bite. -Dead men don't bite.
But there's no telling what an honest man will do.
They'd just as soon eat the map and let us kill them than give it up.
Fair enough, there ain't no trusting an honest man.
I say let them do all the work and dig up the treasure.
And then l don't mind some proper revenge.
Aye, aye.
Morgan, seeing as how I'm the one true leader of this bunch...
...you can show your respect by going to the barrel...
...and bringing your leader a nice juicy apple.
Morgan, this apple's got teeth marks in it. Get me another.
I'll bring you the barrel and you can choose one you like.
And that's the end of it!
If Long John means to kill us, why did he make his friends walk the plank?
I can't wait to get to that island tomorrow.
-Likewise, matey. -Yeah, you can say that again.
Hey, what?! Hey, where?
Sir, you'll find this hard to believe, but....
Shocking! Oh, dear. I don't believe, do you believe it?
Good heavens, absolutely astonishing.
I can't believe it, absolutely can't.
There are 20 of them and five of us.
It would pleasure me if it were the other way around.
And it would pleasure me if you would shut up and let me think!
Gentlemen, no matter what happens...
...I do hope we can show respect for one another--
-You shut up too! -Captain Smollett, sir?
Is it possible for us to outwit them?
Stay out of this, Jim. This is men's work.
-You're on the right track, Jim. -Speak up, boy.
If we can trick them into leaving a few of them onboard, we can subdue them...
...sail off, bring more men and return for our treasure.
That's an excellent idea.
-l invited Jim to join this cruise. -You also invited the crew!
I'm giving each of you a gun and ammunition.
I'll decide upon a plan and will inform you of it.
Best get back before that slippery traitor, Silver, becomes suspicious.
Land ho! Land ho!
Land ho!
Drop anchor!
My lads, we've had a hard voyage and could all do with a bit of a rest.
A turn ashore will hurt nobody. Take a gig and stay all afternoon.
-Hip-hip-hooray! -Hooray!
Captain, are you saying we can all go ashore?
You've earned it. Take food and all the grog to your liking.
Hooray!
Thank you! I'll see their stomachs won't be empty.
Jim, once we hit shore, we'll have a look about, eh?
l have this pain. Thank you for inviting me. l best wait till tomorrow.
Just last night the laddie was complaining about this terrible pain.
-Eh, Dr. Livesey? -Yes, Squire Trelawney.
-Quite a sharp pain in his chest. -Kidney.
Well, Jim, you stay topside...
...and let the salt air get at all of them pains of yours.
-I wonder if he believes us? -Of course he does.
No one's ever doubted my word, ever.
l can say anything and be believed.
-Right, Redruth? -Right, sir.
There, you see? It's all in how you say it.
You'll get us killed yet.
Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
Lend a hand with the shore provisions, lads.
Captain, 1 0 of us is ready to shove off.
Ten? l clearly gave permission for all of you to take leave.
And very kind of you it was.
But you see, sir, five of the crew is took sudden sick.
Hands, Ears, Knives, Morgan, Gorilla! How are your pains, mates?
Pains?
Them chest and back and kidney pains that ache so bad.
You know, you better stay aboard and treasure your health.
Doctor, it looks like an epidemic to me.
Oh, quite, l say, by Jove.
-Say, "Ah." -Ah....
With these five and the five below, we can't possibly take the ship.
It's all my fault. l trusted Long John.
Don't blame yourself. There's no bigger fool than me.
Yes, sir.
If only I could learn Long John's exact plans, if only --
Come on, Hiccup, there's loads of room.
I don't blame you. If Long John finds out, they'll drown me or worse.
I hope while I'm gone, they don't murder all who remain here.
Lower the gig!
Row, you barnacles, row.
What is it, Redruth?
Squire, I've stowed away on the pirates' gig to discover their plans.
God bless England, Jim.
Nobody asks my permission to do anything here.
-It 's un-British not to save that boy. -Hear, hear.
-Redruth, prepare my carriage. -Yes, sir.
Carriage? We're in the middle of the ocean.
-How can you say yes to such an order? -I always say yes, sir.
Smollett, the lad is risking his very life for us.
-He didn't ask my permission. -Then do it for the king.
All right, I'll do it for the king.
But how come the king never does anything for me?
Form a gangway for your leader.
Unload.
-Break out the rum. -Bulldog...
...no drinking till the cargo's unloaded.
l need a drink, mate. l see potato sacks moving by themselves.
Are you talking back to your leader?
I need a drink.
I wonder if the squire got my note?
I have prescribed a bottle of rum each, for your illness.
And I suggest you begin medication at once.
Never mind medication, can we drink it?
By all means.
Holy sardines!
You are a disgrace to all pirates.
Congratulations, gentlemen. We've outsmarted the rascals.
Once they find we're gone, they'll man the cannon.
I doubt it, Smollett. When uneducated people get drunk, their minds go blank.
Their minds may go blank, Trelawney, but their cannonballs don't.
It's the Jolly Roger!
-The Hispanola is ours, mates. -Hooray!
But our boys are shooting too hard just to kill . That cannon sounds angry.
Redruth, it's time for an expert to take over.
Absolutely , sir.
They've gotten away, and the map with them.
We don't want them to fortify themselves in that stockade.
-Do we, Long John? -Aye, mate. Off we go, men.
Through them woods is the shortest way.
I don't see Jim with them.
Gunn Ben, poor I
-I beg your pardon. -Gunn Ben, poor I
Oh, I mean to say, I'm poor Ben Gunn, I am.
I've been alone on this island these past five years, l have.
-You were shipwrecked? -Shipwrecked wasn't I, no.
Marooned was I, mate.
No, I wasn't shipwrecked, I was marooned!
Marooned!
Do you always speak backwards?
It's been so long since I talked with a human...
...I've forgot how to speak, I have.
It sounds backwards to me. Or something like that....
Wait! I think I've got it!
If you take all the words you say backwards...
...and turn them all around and say them backwards...
...then backwards would be forwards.
Because the backwards of backwards is--
Forwards!
So glad am I, l have that figured.
Was it the backside of forwards is or the forside of backwards was?
Mr. Gunn, pirates are trying to kill my friends.
Pirates? One leg, a man one is?
Is one of them a man with one leg?
Silver John Long his name is, yes.
I mean, his name is Long John Silver.
Silver! Why, it's that sweet-talking swordfish and his gang...
...what left me here to rot, they did.
And all because I had the wrong map...
...to a certain treasure.
-Captain Flint's treasure? -The same. The very, it is.
Bear 10 degrees right, mates!
How do you like my little goatskin boat?
I see only strange goats, but no boat.
Their language speak I
You speak their language!
Aye, matey. l told them to step aside so you can see me boat.
If you ever need her, she's yours, matey.
On a certain condition, that is to say.
What condition, Mr. Gunn?
That your friends give a former pirate, now a very pious man...
...safe passage home.
And in exchange, I'll give them valuable information.
The squire will agree.
We'll be needing men once we subdue the mutineers.
How many mutineers might there be?
There are 20 of them and five of us.
-Was that goat talk, Mr. Gunn? -Aye, laddie.
Nothing's as good as goats when it comes to cursing, l always say.
-This way, mates! -Can't we start with a spot of rum?
You'll get rum when we get to the stockade afore the enemy do.
Your friends have, sure enough, found the old stockade.
You just navigate a straight course right through there...
...and you'll be with them soon enough.
Thank you for helping me, Mr. Gunn.
Remember, Jim, if your squire is of a mind to have a former sinner...
...now a man of religion...
...who will go to church four times on Sunday...
...send someone to the white rock where l hide me boat.
God bless you, Mr. Gunn.
To you bless.
-It's me. -My boy!
-I say! -Yes, sir.
Jim!
Hiccup's back too.
If it weren't for that rodent, we'd never have known about Flint's map...
...or gotten into this mess.
Squire, it's beneath a gentleman to blame a mouse for his own greed.
Absolutely, sir.
Jim, what have you learned of Silver's plans?
Nothing. But Gunn Ben meet did I
I did meet Ben Gunn. He's a marooned pirate...
...who has a boat and talks to goats and he wants to go to church.
He also has valuable information if we'll promise him a safe passage home.
Doctor, examine the boy. He's lost his senses.
Senses my lost haven't I I mean--
Flag of truce! Flag of truce!
Flag of truce!
Looks like your side can do with a spot of rum.
Speak your peace, Silver, or wind will whistle through your evil head.
Now, captain, there ain't no cause to jar your compass.
I catch your drift. So I'll set us right on course.
We have conclusion that we'll offer your little group safe passage home.
By Jove! I say, good show!
I say, good show. Good show.
You're a fine fellow, Silver! Redruth, haven't l said right along...
...that Mr. Silver was top-drawer?
Constantly, sir.
There must be a trick. I don't trust him.
Well , now, Jim, it ain't rightly what you'd call a trick.
All we ask in return for saving your necks...
...is that the squire hand over old Flint's map.
-Hoist your anchors, Silver! -I've never liked you from the first.
Mates, looks like we ain't eating at this mess.
Long John, I'm disappointed in you for being a lying, thieving pirate.
I never said l was perfect, Jim.
By George, we showed those buccaneers who runs this ship, what?
Charge!
Regroup, mates! Regroup!
Thank heaven the cannon is still aboard the Hispanola.
Morgan, slip up that knoll and see if she's a dud.
Eh? I've suddenly gone deaf.
-Looks like a dud to me. -I say, do you really think so?
-Absolutely . -Prove it.
I accept the challenge. Redruth, go see if I'm right.
Very good, sir.
Guess I showed you, eh?
Charge!
Here they come!
Regroup, mates!
Another dud, mates. Charge!
-We've done it. -Regroup, mates.
I say, those chaps don't fight fairly .
-Strike! -Avast, you numskulls!
-Belay, belay! -Below!
I said belay, not below.
Next time, speak clearer.
-Captain, how do you feel -Shipshape.
-How do you really feel -Terrible .
As long as the pirates control the Hispanola...
...we'll never see dear old England again.
-Squire Trelawney? -Yes, Captain Smollett?
I'm sorry l ever met you.
-I say, the boy's gone again. -Gone?
Redruth, wake up! Jim's gone.
-Yes, sir. -Wake up, Smollett. Jim's gone!
Nobody ever asks my permission.
I wager the lad has gone to seek the help of this Ben Gunn chap.
I'm off to find them both. Ta-ta.
Even my wife never asks my permission.
Look here, if you think you can save our skins by speaking to a fellow...
...whose sole claim to fame is bad grammar--
Somehow, this Ben Gunn has managed to survive here...
...all these years.
The man must know something, even if it is backwards.
Home passage will this squire give me?
l asked the squire, but pirates control our ship.
I'd like to borrow your boat. I'm off to capture the Hispanola.
Luck good.
You thank.
Would you care to go along with me and help me subdue the pirates?
-Hey, that's my bottle . -No, it's mine.
-That's my bottle, hands off. -It's mine, you son of a sea serpent.
Head her for the hidden cove. The perfect place to beach her.
You saved my life.
Guess what?
Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
-Where are my friends? -All dead.
-And you're next. -Aye.
Go ahead, I'll not beg the likes of you for mercy.
Now, Jim, check your bearings.
Why not join up with old John Silver and enjoy what's left of living?
Never! Before I die, there's some things I have to tell you.
Here you are in a bad way. Ship lost, treasure lost, men lost.
Your whole business gone to wreck.
A tongue can get lost too, me boy.
If you want to know who did it, it was I
I was in the apple barrel and heard your plot.
You can't trust nobody these days.
And it's I, all by myself , who's hid the Hispanola.
The Hispanola?
We thought she went down while we was asleep.
Where's our ship, you eavesdropping runt?
Never do that again, Long John...
...or there's no telling where my knife might end up next.
Morgan! What fashion's that to treat a guest?
This lad would sooner ride an octopus than tell us where the ship is.
You won't learn her whereabouts from me.
-Make him talk! -I'll make him talk!
What good is it all if we ain't got a vessel to cart us back?
Well, the boy will tell us when his head is clear. He's still confused.
He suffers from being exposed to all them good manners in school
If you should ever find the ship, you'll sail with empty pockets.
It's meaningless without Flint's map.
-True enough, that is. -Where did you get that?
Two can play the game. There's some things I don't tell neither.
All right, you treasure-hungry buccaneers...
...the sun is up and it's time for pick and shovels .
Pick and shovels ! Pick and shovels !
Bear 1 0 degrees west.
If you find the treasure, you won't enjoy it.
-I'll force meself. -But you'll have to share it.
Well, Jim, by the time it's dug up...
...there might be a lot less others to share with.
You never can tell who's bound to catch jungle fever all of a sudden.
Bear five degrees east.
There's one man missing.
I think them ducks is what spreads that jungle fever.
Eight degrees south!
I believe we're shy two men.
Them skeletons will bring bad luck every time.
-We've lost another two. -You'd think they'd say goodbye.
Bear 14 degrees northeast.
Poor Big Ben! I believe his bell wants fixing.
We gives a lot of jungle fever this year.
What are you waiting for? There's a lifetime of dreams 3 feet down.
-Dig, you sea dogs! Dig! -Dig, dig!
By the powers, are you sure this is the tree?
Are you saying I can't read a map, you insubordinate insubordinate?
-Dig! Dig! -Dig! Dig!
It's the wrong tree, man.
-Dig, by thunder, dig. -Dig! Dig!
You've made a hash of this cruise. And now here's your payment.
The black spot.
Your time has come, Long John.
-Auf Wiedersehen, my former leader. -Four against one isn't cricket.
Thank you, Jim.
Shipmates, you're facing a loaded crutch.
You're holding empty wood, John.
l stole your bullets while you snored away last night.
All you had was the one you shot off this morning...
...back at the stockade.
Morgan, you slimy eel l seen you empty me crutch last night...
...and after you went back to sleep, lloaded her up full again.
Then stole your bullets.
Could we see the bullets, please?
He's lying, and I'm ready to prove it.
Belay there, it's true. I ain't loaded. Spare the boy.
He's a brave lad and shouldn't suffer a pirate's fate.
Look out! Tree's falling!
You won't fool an old buccaneer with a trick like that.
You think we're dummkopfs.
New leader, cutting or shooting first?
Both!
-You said my friends were dead. -Jim-boy, with a pirate...
...sometimes the truth can start navigating down his brain...
...but it has a way of getting stuck in his throat.
-It's nothing but hollow laughter. -I'm sorry about your injuries, sir.
What injuries? Oh, just a bunch of holes in my body.
-Why do you call it hollow laughter? -What's the good of it all?
We've no ship to take her home in.
Why, captain, I thought you liked the Hispanola.
But she's at the bottom of the sea.
-I say, not quite, eh, Jim? -I captured her, sir.
You mean, all by yourself , you seized--? We--?
Why, you little landlubber.
Why is everybody standing about?
There's treasure to be moved. All hands lay to.
This is your captain speaking! Up sails !
-Why, you're all cheating. -We didn't do it.
-It's all Long John Silver's fault. -He didn't deal the cards.
l mean that we're gonna hang, you dummkopfs!
There's me dinner now. Thank you, Jim.
Are you sure this stale bread is all that you want?
I've done wrong, Jim. I deserve no better.
You'll have to face trial when we get to Bristol
Captain Smollett says that you probably ....
You really care what happens to this old pirate?
You saved me from Morgan.
I reckon that's why l ain't as good a pirate as some of them others.
A touch of kindness can hold a man back in my trade.
At the trial I'll tell them about the good side of you. I promise.
Thank you.
Land ho!
Bristol off the starboard bow!
Ho, land!
Bristol bow off!
Land. Land, land, land.
Squire Trelawney, why must men be hanged?
It's necessary, Jim.
Hanging is a warning to others who might have evil inclinations.
Then why are there more hangings each year?
Well , perhaps we're not hanging them long enough.
I never thought of that.
Redruth, cup of tea while I think of an answer.
-No, sir. -Hanging has been practiced by--
What was that you said?
-I said, "No, sir." -No, sir?
Yes, sir. l said, "No, sir."
And I'll never say, "Yes, sir" again.
All my life, I've said, "Yes, sir." Now that I'll receive...
...my rightful share of treasure, l intend never to say, "Yes, sir" again.
My word, what's this world coming to? A proper shambles.
Children challenging the wisdom of hanging ingrates?
Servants refusing to serve. What next?
I say, chaps, bad news. Mr. Silver's escaped.
Escaped?
He's taken a bit of our treasure. A few hundred quid.
I haven't counted my money and they're already robbing me. Isn't that awful
-Yes, sir. -How did Long John escape?
I haven't the foggiest. His cell is empty.
Except-- Except for this odd-looking bread.
Don't take it so hard, Jim. I know it's a blow...
...since you captured him, but fear not, we'll find him.
One of our jolly boats is missing.
Row, row, row!
Stow it, you loudmouthed green chicken.