Treasure Island Page #4

The bar sil...

The bar silver is in the north cache...

...at 10 fathom south of black crag.

Signed J. F."

For God's love, man.

- You know what this is?

- Pray enlighten me, sir.

J. F. John Flint.

This is Flint's map.

Bulk of treasure here.

That's Flint's treasure, man.

Who's this Flint?

Billy Bones said he was Flint's first mate.

He was the blood-thirstiest buccaneer

that ever sailed.

Well, Blackbeard was a child of Flint.

Ha, ha. Even the Spaniard

was so prodigiously afraid of him.

I must own,

I was proud he was an Englishman.

Sir, would this treasure be worth much?

Worth mu...?

Worth much.

Ha, ha. Why, lad, here's the sight of it.

I shall fit out a shipping

in Bristol dock within two weeks.

The finest vessel in England...

...and then we'll sail for the Spanish Main

within a month.

You, Hawkins,

shall come aboard as cabin boy.

Livesey here shall be surgeon,

and myself, admiral, of course.

And then we'll take along Joyce,

my man and, oh, great...

Well, that's capital, squire, capital,

but there's only one man I'm afraid of.

- Name the dog.

- You, sir.

For you cannot hold your tongue,

as well you know.

We aren't the only men to know

about this.

From first to last,

none of us must breathe a word.

Well, you're in the right of it,

doctor, as usual.

You may depend upon me.

I shall be as silent as a grave.

Goodbye, Jim.

Now, you take care of yourself.

And mind you,

do what your squire tells you.

Jim.

Bye, Mother.

The doctor and old Redruth,

the squire's gamekeeper...

... came for me at dusk

on the Bristol mail.

Next morning, we had turned the corner,

my home was out of sight.

And in no time at all,

Bristol laid bustling before us.

What is that?

Come on, lad.

The squire will keelhaul us if we're late.

Oh, Redruth, stop dawdling, man.

- Come on.

- Stay away.

There she is, Jim. The Hispaniola.

Bring the bag, Redruth.

Ahoy, Hispaniola!

Ahoy, on boat!

- Come on.

- Welcome aboard the Hispaniola, doctor.

- You're late.

- Better late than never, admiral.

The roads were muddy, sir.

We got stuck three times

on the way to Bristol.

Did you? Did you?

Yes, come on, Redruth, come on.

Don't hang back, man.

- Mr. Arrow, here, look after your tonnage.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Will you take a glass of port with me

in my cabin?

Nothing would please me better, sir.

- So when do we sail?

- Sail?

We sail tomorrow, boy. Ha, ha.

To the good ship

Hispaniola, gentleman.

A sweeter ship you could not imagine.

I give you joy over her, sir.

- To the Hispaniola.

- Hispaniola.

Mm. A child could sail her, doctor.

You know, I had a devil of a job

finding a crew for her.

Hard to find half a dozen

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