Treasure Island Page #3
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- 1934
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You are at the Admiral Benbow,
Black Hill Cove, sir.
I hear a voice.
A young voice.
Will ye not take my hand,
me kind young friend, and lead me in?
Certainly, sir.
I... I...
Now, boy, take me to the captain.
- Well, no, sir. Upon my word, I dare not.
- Take me in straight or I'll break your arm.
Oh, it isn't for yourself, I mean.
- He has his cutlass. Another gentleman...
- Come, now, march.
Yes, sir.
Hi, Bill. Your old friend Pew.
Now, sit where you are, Bill.
Gentlemanly-like.
I can't see, but I can hear
even a finger stirring.
Business is business.
Now, right up to him.
Aye, Bill.
Now, boy, take his hand
There. That's done. That's done.
We'll do him yet!
Not a doubloon.
I fought and bled for it.
It's mine. Every farthing of it.
Mine!
I'm swing on Execution Dock...
Jim, what's happened?
Why, he's dead.
"You have till 10 tonight."
Black spot.
And they'll be back again too.
- Who will be?
- The men that wanted to kill the captain.
They wanna own the treasure
in his chest upstairs.
- Let's get out of here.
- No. The captain owes us money.
We'll go get what he owes us.
They can't take that.
Jim, I'm so frightened.
I'll see no harm comes to you, Mother.
I'm not afraid.
- We shouldn't, Jim, they'll...
- Come on, Mother.
He says there's gold and silver
and pearls as big as ostrich eggs.
We'll show them we're honest.
We'll take what is our due
and not a farthing over.
Why, there's nothing there at all.
There's some coins, though.
Open the door!
There's something.
I'll take what I have.
Up. Down with it!
In! In! In!
- Bill's dead.
- Well, search him...
...some of you brass-brained lubbers.
- Get the chest!
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Jim, I'm going to faint.
- No, Mother. Here.
Down with the door!
They've been here before. Someone's
turned out the chest alow and aloft.
- Is it there?
- There's some money.
Not money, you squid.
Flint's fist. Flint's fist!
You below! Is it down there?
It's that whining little sneaking brat.
I should have torn his arm off.
I should have put his eyes out!
Scatter and find him!
- We'll have to budge, mates.
- What?
Give him the whip.
Wait. Johnny. Black Dog. Wallace.
You wouldn't leave old Pew,
would you, mates?
After them, boys.
Scour the thickets.
Jim!
Jim!
Mrs. Hawkins!
Here we are, Dr. Livesey. Here we are.
- Who were they?
They wanted to kill the captain.
But he dropped dead...
...just like you said he would.
- Well, what did they say?
Well, they wanted something
up in his chest upstairs.
Flint's fist or something, I don't know.
This is all I took.
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