Treasure Island Page #6

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Overboard with ye.

Oh, yes, I'd be captain.

I'd be captain, matey.

Here. Help yourself to a boatswain's pipe.

There you are. Here.

- Thank you.

- Let me show you how to blow it.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Silver.

- Now you blow it.

This is my little inn, Jim, as I keep

for sailors as ain't appreciated.

Mateys, this is Jim Hawkins,

ship's boy off the 'Hispaniola'.

- Hi there.

- Aye, lad.

You might be glad to know

that I've been made ship's cook.

Just friends, Jim. All happy to know that

old John's gonna get his health back.

They wouldn't be needing

any other hands, would they, John?

Them as is worthy, George.

I've just been yarning

with the ship's owner.

Maybe I can convince him

of your high qualities, them as has them.

Oh, John.

That's the kind of joke, Long John.

Now, this here is Dandy Dawson.

A gentleman, is Dandy.

Took to the sea for the love of it,

he says.

Wouldn't harm a cockroach.

- Your servant, sonny.

- My pleasure, Mr. Dawson.

And this is William O'Brien.

Now, William is a lay reader

in the church, is William.

Lost his ear defending a woman.

A maid in Santiago that he had taken

unto his heart, as it were.

- As it were, sonny.

- Bless my soul.

And, matey, this is Israel Hands.

Ugly Israel, we calls him, but as honest

a man as you'll find in the room, Jim.

My pleasure, Mr. Hands.

You come on a fair breeze,

Master Hawkins.

Where's John?

Stop him! Stop him!

Here, here. Jim, Jim, Jim.

Here, here. Who is he?

- It's Black Dog.

- Who? Black Dog? Who?

- What's he done?

- He was one of the buccaneers...

A buccaneer?

Not one of the pirates that

Squire Trelawney was telling us about?

Yes. He ought to be caught.

Now, have any of you ever

seen the likes of him before?

- No, John.

- He ain't a friend of anybody in here, be he?

- No.

- No, John.

That's good. That's good for all of you.

If I ever catch any of you running alongside

the likes of that, why, I'll...

A scurvy pirate in my inn.

You wait here, matey.

I'll run and get me sea bag

and me bird.

And we'll go right up

and tell the squire about this.

Blimey.

Pirates.

Those are pretty boots, Master Hawkins.

Yes. My mother gave them to me

before I left.

And the same size our foot is.

Alike as two sister craft.

- Yes.

- I'm fond of pretty things, I am.

Yes.

- Oh, a parrot.

- Yes, matey.

If any of you wants a voyage,

you go right down to the 'Hispaniola'.

She's lying in Wolf's Wharf.

Is it a boy or a girl parrot?

No, Jim, a girl, and usually

a well-mannered little wench, too, says I.

Pieces of eight, pieces of eight,

pieces of eight, pieces of eight.

Upon my word, she's a good talker.

Well, I wouldn't say "good," Jim,

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