Treasure Island Page #2

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Just a squall

from a poor old sailor man...

...who took too much

rum over his bowsprit.

I ask your pardon.

It was a nice party.

Don't worry, Mrs. Hawkins. Don't worry.

- Goodbye.

- Thank you.

Praise be, Jim, the man was

only full of talk.

But bless my soul, sir.

He certainly can sing.

Well, sonny.

Come here.

Come here, sonny. A little closer.

Here.

- Now, is this here table for my mate Bill?

- I don't know your mate Bill.

- But don't Bill live here?

- No. Nobody but the captain.

Oh, captain, it is?

Truly, sir. I can...

Here comes my old mate Bill now.

Bless his heart, to be sure.

Jim, lad! The rum.

I'm becalmed again.

Come, Bill. You know me.

You know an old shipmate, surely.

- Black Dog.

- Black Dog as ever was.

Come for to see his old shipmate Billy.

- Well, speak up.

- The porter, sonny. Porter.

Well?

Now, Bill, I've been after you, now.

No, by the powers,

and there's an end to it!

If it comes to swinging,

swing one, swing all.

I'll part your dirty wig!

Out, you blubberous barnacle.

Next time I'll sever your gullet.

- Humor him, Jim. I'll be back.

- Where you going?

To Mr. Doolittle's.

I'll get him to ride to Livesey's...

...so he and his constables can come

and get that man out of here at once.

Rum, Jim. Rum.

Are you hurt?

I gotta get away from here, Jim.

I gotta slip my hawsers.

Captain, you've been drinking too much.

Remember, the doctor said...

Doctors is all swabs.

I've lived on rum, I tell you.

It's been meat and drink to me,

man and wife.

And I needs rum now, Jim.

- Mother locked up all the rum. She said...

- I've got to have it, Jim.

I gotta have it.

Look. See how me fingers fidget?

I can't stop it, Jim.

I gotta have a drain of rum.

If I don't, I'll have the horrors.

And then I'll see Flint there behind you

in the corner, just as plain as print.

- Well, is Flint the one-legged man?

- No, no, but he'll be there too.

Both of them will be there

if you don't get me the rum.

Oh, go on, quick. Before they come in

and slips me the black spot.

- Well, what's the black spot?

- It's a summons, Jim. A summons.

- Do they wanna kill you?

- No, no, it's my sea chest they're after.

- What's in the sea chest?

- Pieces of eight.

Pearls as big as ostrich eggs.

All the gold your heart can desire.

- And just for a little noggin of rum, Jim.

- Would a half a noggin do?

That's my matey.

- There we go, lad.

- Wait here. I'll see.

Will any kind friend

inform a poor blind man...

...who has lost the precious sight

of his eyes in the gracious defense...

...of his native country, England,

and God bless King George...

...where in whatever part

of this country he may now be.

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