Treasure Island Page #5

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Yes, you're...

You're welcome, my man. Of course.

- Squire, sir.

- This way.

- Squire.

- This way, my friend. Any assistance?

Well, well...

Silver's the name.

Long John Silver, they calls me.

- At your service, sir.

- Mr. Silver, sir.

Trelawney's my name. Squire Trelawney.

And this is our cabin boy, Jim.

Jim Hawkins.

Aye, matey. Smart as paint,

I'll warrant, huh?

Smart enough to see

you've only one leg.

- Jim, boy.

- Yes, sir.

You're pretty smart, Jim.

So was that French gunner

who touched off the ball...

...that blew that old leg of mine overboard.

- You served in the navy, my man?

Aye, aye, sir.

Under Admiral Hawke, off Biscay.

- Under the immortal Hawke?

- Aye, aye, sir.

Are there many

one-legged seafaring men?

Why, the country's full of them, matey.

Just like storks on a roof.

Truly, Mr. Silver,

I'm sorry for my bluntness.

Here, matey, you try this out.

Of course, you realize we can

only sign on able-bodied men.

Oh, bless me, sir. I didn't think

when I came hobbling down here...

...that you'd have any use

for this timber leg and me.

Oh, no, no.

Now, you don't happen to have...

...a cook onboard, do you?

- Cook? Why, no, not yet.

Well, squire, I own a little sailor's tavern

up here, and I can make salt pork...

...taste just like roast pheasant.

Why, damn me, Silver, if you want

the berth, you're hereby made ship's cook.

Silver, this port

is full of the most unreliable men.

Of the dozen or so that I signed on,

eight have never come back.

Disappeared entirely.

Oh, no.

Now, ain't that a shame.

I wonder what

could have happened to them.

Shiftless idiots.

How many men

might you be needing, squire?

I should like a round score of stout fellows,

in case of savages or buccaneers.

Oh, now, you be scared of pirates, huh?

Well, Silver, one never knows.

Not presuming, sir, but I know

every able-bodied seafaring man...

...in the town of Bristol.

What say you that I fetch a flock

of them right down here to you?

Fetch them down.

Fetch them down, Silver.

Why, strike me pink.

We may get Smollett's entire crew for him...

...and be able to sail sooner, eh, Jim?

Aye. Aye, aye, sir.

With your eye for seamen, sir...

Here, matey.

There you are.

Oh, sir, mayn't I go with Mr. Silver?

- Well, Jim...

- Oh, no. No, no, no.

- There's a lot to be done.

- But, sir, I want to go. Please.

Oh, now, take the boy along, Silver.

Take him along.

Show him the port, the ships.

Start his education for him.

- All right.

Come on, matey. Come on.

That's the way it be, matey.

That's the way it be.

Then you surely would have been

a captain if you hadn't lost your leg.

Come on, lads, come on.

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