Treasure Island Page #2
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- That black what?
- Spot, Jim.
It's a summons.
The lubbers will be going around by now
to get their wind of me.
What lubbers are those, captain?
Ah, it's Flint's men, as like as not.
Black Dog, Blind Pew.
It's my old sea chest
they're after, macky.
Now, you look here, Jim.
If they should slip me the spot,
you get on a horse...
...and you go and fetch that infernal swab
of a doctor.
You tell him why I'm the only one
that has it.
- Has what?
- Oh.
Flint gave it to me as he was lying,
dying in some island.
For the love of God, boy,
give me some rum, will you?
Will you?
Who's there?
Jim Hawkins. What do you want?
Would some kind friend
tell a poor, blind man...
...what's lost the sight of his eyes in the
service of King George, God bless him...
...in what part of the country
he might now be?
You're at the Admiral Benbow Inn.
Oh, yes.
Give me your hand,
my kind young friend.
Lead me in.
- Now, boy, you take me to the captain.
- I daren't.
You take me in straight, and as soon
as I'm in view, you cries out.
Here's a friend of yours, Bill.
Yes, yes, oh, yes.
Captain Bones.
- Blind Pew.
- Yes.
Come for you at last, Billy.
Now...
...business is business, Mr. Bones.
Hold out your hand.
Boy, take his left hand
and bring it near my right.
Yes.
And now that's done.
Oh, yes.
It's a spot, Jim.
It's the black spot, lad.
"You have till 10:00."
That's two hours.
We'll have them yet, Jim.
Get me a top of rum, will you?
Here, lad, it's...
It's for the sea chest.
For the old sea chest, boy.
- What chest?
- Mother.
What's been happening here, Jim?
Is he dead?
Aye, dead.
Being in his cups again,
I shouldn't wonder.
Now, what about this chest?
He owes me money.
Mother, the captain said we have
the devil to pay and no pitch hot.
They tipped him the black spot.
That what?
Stop talking nonsense
and open the chest.
If there's money in there,
we'll have what's own us and no more.
Mother, listen to me, please.
They're coming for him at 10.
It's almost 10 now.
- Who's coming, Jim?
- The lubbers.
- They're coming for the captain.
- They can have him. That's broken.
What lubbers?
Blind Pew and Black Dog. Flint's men.
The captain said
they were after his sea chest.
Said he was the only one had it.
Had what?
Aha!
We'll have what he owes us
and not a penny more.
Mother, we must go to the village
and get Sheriff Dance.
Shh.
What's that?
Blind Pew. He's come back.
Come on, Mother. They'll cut our throats.
Come on, Jim.
No! No!
Let him go. No, you leave him.
No.
No.
Get out.
Jim. Quickly, come on. Jim. Come on.
It won't open.
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