five, six, eight!
Greed will make you sorry!
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight!
Listen to me, will you.
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight!
Avarice will kill you!
Bill is dead, and end of story.
He thought money was his worry.
Now he's looking sad and sorry,
having lived his life in vain.
Let me make this very clear:
Greed can kill a buccaneer!
Everybody, gather near
and repeat the song's refrain.
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight!
Moral of this story
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight!
Greed will make you sorry!
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight!
I already said it:
One, two, three, four, five, six, eight!
Greed's a nasty habit!
- Did you get all that, Silver?
If you turn yourselves in, I'll put you
in chains and you'll be tried in court.
And if not, then remember that you
are dealing with Captain Smollett!
And I won't rest until you all hang.
- In one hour those of you who are
still alive will envy...
...the dead.
- To your stations!
- Dammit.
It's been over an hour.
It's getting a little dull.
Ah! There they are!
Attention, get ready!
Fire!
- Hand-to-hand combat!
[ We have fresh rum! ]
- Stick 'em up!
- Not bad, not bad!
They got their rations for today.
Well, gentlemen, it used to be
four against nineteen.
Now it's four against nine, excellent!
Gentlemen, I congratulate you
on our victory!
[ Musical Interlude ]
While the pirates are caring
for their wounds...
and Jim, Trelawney, Livesey, and Smollett
rest after a glorious victory...
the band "Grotesque" will
perform their new song...
"We're all a part of this regatta"
We're all a part of this Regatta
We row toward the finish line
In hopes to be persona grata
With gold and ladies, and good wine.
Some may earn more, it's not surprising,
but it's a thought that eats our mind.
And every day demand keeps rising
while the production falls behind.
So air your oars, my friends,
to hell with all these riches.
Our lives are short,
why eat until you choke!
There's more to life than
simply stuffing britches.
So air your oars, my friends,
so air your oars, my friends!
There's more to life than
simply stuffing britches.
So air your oars, my friends,
so air your oars, my friends!
You try your best to stuff your pockets
But time will come, when Mr. Grim
will yank your oars out of their sockets
and kindly ask you to proceed with him.
Let's keep it simple, this path before us
let no one curse our names, my friend!
Let's try it out, let's air our oars!
Let's air your oars! Stop!..
The end!
So air your oars, my friends,
to hell with all these riches.
Our lives are short,
why eat until you choke?
There's more to life than
simply stuffing britches.
So air your oars, my friends,
so air your oars, my friends!
There's more to life than
simply stuffing britches.
So air your oars, my friends,
so air your oars, my friends!
- So that was you, Ben Gunn,
who dug out the treasure? Splendid!
And you took it all to this cave?
Brilliant!
Now the pirates are in our hands.
I can now turn the map and the
block house over to them. Marvellous!
[ Back soon. Livesey. ]
- What the devil's going on?
What's Dr. Livesey up to?
He must have some sort of plan.
Well, if he has a plan, then I better
come up with something, too.
I'll steal Hispaniola from the pirates!
- You are a scoundrel, Israel Hands!
- Who, me?
- Yes, you!
- By thunder, that's Jim!
- Who's there?
It's Jim Hawkins! I'll be damned!
Come in, come in! Always glad to see...
an old friend.
Since you're here,
why don't you join us?
- But sir, how did you get here? Where's
Dr. Livesey, Trelawney and the captain?
- We had a deal: we get the block house,
and they get to leave.
Where they are now, I do not know.
- Sir, since I'm your prisoner,
I'm at your mercy.
But you should know this: it was me
who took the chart from Billy Bones.
It was me who eavesdropped on you
and told the captain about your plans.
It