tracked me down anyway.
Spit it out, why are you here?
- Where's the chart, Billy?
We want the chart!
- What chart? I don't have any charts!
- The chart! Where is it?!
- I don't have any charts!
No! No! I won't!
[Black Dog]
Old friend of Flint's.
Seeks the chart of the Treasure Island.
Shady temper. Not married.
- More rum!
- You're injured, sir.
- Jim, my boy! Get me some rum
and then I'm out of here!
- Doctor! Doctor, quick!
- Hello there, I'm Doctor Livesey!
What seems to be the matter?
[Doctor Livesey]
A very good and cheerful person.
Temper extroverted. Not married.
- Doctor, help! The Captain is injured.
- Injured? Nonsense! He just had a stroke
from liking rum too much.
All right, let's rescue this
total waste of human life.
Enlarged liver, very good!
Enlarged spleen, excellent!
Arrhythmia, just lovely! Very splendid!
- Where's Black Dog?
- Settle down! There are no dogs here.
Remember: if you don't stop drinking,
you will very soon die.
The words "rum" and "death" should mean
the same thing to you. Do you understand?
Good bye, Jim, my boy.
- Listen, Jim.
I must get out of here, and quick.
Otherwise they'll send me
the "black spot."
- What's that, sir?
- It's like a verdict, lad.
They're after my trunk,
and if they show up here...
Listen up, Jim.
If they show up here, then get on a horse
and get to that doctor.
He can then get the entire Flint's gang.
On board of the Admiral Benbow!
Get them all!
[Blind Pew]
Old friend of Flint's.
Cunning and greedy.
Will do anything for money.
Atrocious temper. Not married.
- Could you tell this poor blind man,
who lost his precious eyesight...
...in the name of selflessly protecting
his motherland England...
...just where exactly he happens to be?
- Next to the Admiral Benbow inn,
in the Black Hill Harbour.
- I hear a voice. A young voice.
Give me your hand, young man,
and lead me into the house.
And now, boy, lead me to The Captain.
- Sir, I wouldn't dare.
- Won't dare, huh?
Lead, or I'll break your arm!
And when The Captains sees me,
yell "here's your friend, Billy!"
- Here's your friend, Billy.
- Oh, god. Pew!
- It's okay, Billy, stay where you are.
I can't see you, but I can hear
the trembling of your fingers.
Stretch out your right arm
and get it close to mine.
Now it's done.
Good bye, Billy.
Good boy.
- Good bye!
- The Black Spot.
Listen, Jim!
This Blind Pew is a dangerous man.
But the one-legged one who sent him
is even more dangerous.
Do not let him get the chart.
You hear? Do not!
It's in my trunk.
I alone know that place.
Old Flint himself gave me
that chart before he died.
The Black Spot. At 10 o'clock.
At 10 o'clock they'll come for my trunk.
That's 4 more hours.
That's all right! I'll show them!
We still have some time!
[Billy Bones died]
Fellow men of leisure,
Have a sense of measure.
Booze and endless drinking
lead into despair.
Our trip is risky,
Let's not mix in whisky,
Or we'll soon be sailing
straight into a snare.
[ Billy Bones died... ]
[ from drinking ]
[ too much ]
[ rum! ]
Every extra jigger
is robbing you of vigour.
Your internal organs
get worse with every toast.
- Does it bloom like roses?
The liver from cirrhosis?
Keep it up and you will
soon give up the ghost!
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil
had done for the rest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil
had done for the rest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
And a bottle of rum!
Once the night is over,
Here comes  hangover!
You will not be happy
to see the light of day.
And your foes are happy
that you are feeling crappy.
In your trembling fingers
the weapons just won't stay.
Once the sun is out,
start with a workout!
Will be light as feather
any heavy load!
In a healthy body
spirit won't be shoddy.
Mind as sharp as arrow,
and the chest is broad.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!