Let me go! I'll kill you, you curs!
Take your hands off me!
Stay there then, you blind scum!
You filthy sewer rat!
Shipmates! Johnny, where are you?
Don't leave me beached here!
- Out of the way!
- Look out, Trelawney!
The devil's curse on the fool!
Mother!
It seems he wasn't a rich man.
- Then why did they come?
- Cannot you guess?
- Does the name of Flint ring a bell?
- Only a few misty legends.
By Trinidad, I saw with my eyes
the flag flying from his masthead!
But our good Captain was afraid
and put full sail back.
The bloodiest pirate that sailed
upon the seven seas, sir!
The Black Beard
was a babe in comparison!
The Spaniards were so fearful of
Flint, I was proud he was English.
He was the last of the pirate race.
The rest are mere sea trash.
We shall come down,
Mrs. Hawkins.
- I shall set you up in Jim's room.
- We're honored to share with Jim.
You bore yourself like a valiant
gentleman, Jim!
You're a formidable man, Livesey!
Stop pretending that you haven't
seen this packet here.
I must admit, it is the key to
the treasure of Captain Flint.
But is it worth while searching
for that accursed gold?
Of course. By thunder, why not?
Haven't you dreamed of setting
out with topsails billowing,
to go searching for treasure
in the tropics?
Whether or not it exists
doesn't matter a damn.
I will go and fit out a ship,
take you and Jim Hawkins,
and this spring we shall set out,
my lads!
Perhaps there's nothing in here
but an old scarf of his mother's.
He was sentimental,
like all the worst pirates.
All right.
Well, Jim, shall we look?
Jim!
"On the shore he was given
everything he had coming to him."
I'd like to know what that was.
"May Billy Bones' dreams
come true."
It's not that, Livesey.
"Tall tree, Spyglass shoulder,
bearing a point to the N. Of N.N.E."
The treasure is there.
She's called "Hispaniola".
She draws two hundred tons,
and makes 12 knots by a fair wind.
She has a swivel canon.
And she's close on her rudder!
Some claim that I paid
three times too much for her,
but that is certainly nothing
but pure jealousy!
You will see foryourself, Livesey.
The Captain I put in command
is a good seaman.
The best captain to be had on
this part of the English Coast.
Very highly recommended to me,
once an officer of the fleet.
A little dry in his manner,
but at least "Hispaniola" will have
proper, reliable, naval discipline.
But what a task it was
to find a crew!
I worked night and day to find six,
and we shall need at least twenty,
in case we should meet savages,
or those accursed Frenchmen.
I was talking with a fellow at
the port, just a chance encounter,
and he arranged everything for me.
An old seaman,
he has a tavern.
And he is ready to set to sea
with us, as a simple cook.
His name is John Silver.
That day he was at the port, just
to breathe in the good salt air.
This Silver has only one leg!
He lost the other fighting
for England.
And he has no pension, Livesey.
Imagine the abominable age
we live in!
It's wisest to mistrust
chance acquaintances.
I did make inquiries.
John Silver is actually rather rich.
With a bank account and money
in it. He has a wife.
And I actually saw her.
I believe I know what compels
this Master John to sail once more.
- Captain Smollett?
- That is correct, sir!
Show him in!
Let me introduce you. The Captain
of the "Hispaniola", Mr. Smollett.
Mr. Livesey, our ship's doctor,
and Hawkins, the cabin boy.
Well, gentlemen,
they are waiting.
Here we are, gentlemen.
This is John Silver.
Top of the day, gentlemen.
Here is your crew, sir.
Mere novices to the business
of seafaring!
I'm surprised that their mamas
were willing to let them come.
What we want in the way of
victuals
and what we care for the most of
all is pudding with figs in it.
Hands here's been sailing 30 years
and he's still a mere bosun!
Once he sailed as ship's officer,
but he hadn't no diploma, sir.
O'Brien,