(light orchestral music) (projector clicking) (sweeping orchestral music) ♪ 15 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 ♪ ♪ 15 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 ♪ (grand orchestral music) >> He ain't here.

(patrons singing) (pistol hammering) [Man] Avast ye, barman!

Where's your hide?

Rum!

And scupper all this!

(glass breaks) (man laughs) (both laugh) (dagger thuds) >> I'd be most grateful for the return of the blade.

Now clear up them there shambles, or I'll feed you piecemeal to the rats in the cellar.

(group chatters) >> I'll thank you to stay your interest in the management of my inn.

And mind you stay that knife too.

And if there's manners to be taught, (sniffs) I'll be bent to the teaching of them.

>> Belay your swivel tongue, Purity.

We're all ever fitting to watch over ye as any gentlemen would.

>> Gentlemen?

(scoffs) Wipe your chin.

It's as greasy as a launching beam, and twice as ugly.

(Long John grumbles) (parrot squawks) Scuttle your hide outta here before I lose me temper!

>> Yes, mum.

(crowd laughs) (crowd chatters) >> You!

Grab these men!

They're from Mendoza's crew!

(man screams) >> After them, you swabs!

To the street!

Here, 'tis best you have no part in this.

(body thuds) >> I'll be bound.

It's Dodd Perch.

>> He mistook the King's pardon for piracy.

Slit the rest of his gullet, I says.

(Long John growls) >> Heave him on the table.

Lively now.

>> Lift him.

>> Now, ain't it a shame to see you in such ill condition, Perch.

>> Long John, (gasps) I bring important word to you, I swear.

(Perch gasps) >> Give him a drop of rum to warm his belly as he passes.

(chuckles) (Perch swallows) Now, serve up your piece.

>> We were sailing here to Portobello, aboard the good ship Hope of Bristol, when we were taken by Mendoza.

>> El Toro, eh.

>> Aye, killed every able man jack aboard.

And we was bearing Governor Strong's little daughter.

Her, he's holding for ransom.

>> Of what concern be the governor's daughter to me?

>> This stinks of treachery.

>> Aye.

>> Why did Mendoza let you live, you scurvy dog?

>> Throw him out on the cobbles to die!

>> Aboard were a lad named Jim Hawkins!

>> Jim Hawkins?

Him that was shipmate with me at Treasure Island?

>> He was forever-lasting talking of you, before we was taken.

>> Be the lad dead by Mendoza's hand?

>> I know... not.

>> Here, bind his wounds.

We'll hear the full of this.

>> He be carrying now, Long John.

>> Brethren, strike the anger from your hearts.

This poor misguided sinner has departed into the heaven of Cap'n Flint.

'Tis no longer befitting for the likes of us to pass judgment on him.

He'll be coming face to face with old Flint himself, he will, and be made to give proper accounting for his evil ways.

Amen.

(feet thumping) >> We gave chase to the beach.

The scum took to their boat.

>> The very longboat what towed him ashore.

>> Sailing off the point were the Cordoba, Mendoza's brig.

>> You bunglers.

They too.

and dispose of them remains.

Lively now.

>> Bringing cutthroats under our very hatches.

>> Shiver me timbers, I'd like to squeeze Mendoza's greasy cheese-head off his body.

(Long John growls) You informer!

This council ain't for Purity's ears.

>> I for one say this is time to cut and rip.

>> Cut and rip, says you.

As marooned without a ship, like a roll of hungry gulls.

Not even a bumboat to our name.

>> Well, if I were captain, I'd lay a plan.

(Long John growls) One, ambush the first colonial trader what touches shore.

Two, board her in the dead of night.

Three, head for the treasure.

>> And if you're too chicken-hearted for this, I say depose yourself.

>> Aye, cough up the charts what point the way to the booty.

>> Whale's bile, that's what you be!

How would you pass Mendoza at Broken Finger Point?

What be your plan for silencing his guns?

And what's your scheme, knothead?

And you wish to be cap'n?

Then by thunder, take over, for I'm stepping down.

(chuckles) (Long John growls) (hand slams) There be your map.

(accordion music) >> Old Stringley: 900,000 pounds!

>> Aye, buried there.

>> Steady your claws before you tear the parchment!

Where be the medallion?

It says here, the way to the gold is shown by the etchings on a medallion.

>> Do it now?

>> He's got the medallion, all right.

>> Arr, medallion there be, but medallion I ain't cotton or knows who has.

And now, according to your wishes, I resign.

Now, I go to see the governor.

(group chatters) >> Long John's got a plan.

Hold, Long John!

(group muttering) >> There's no need, lad, for you to risk your neck along with mine.

>> Jeopardy is not only for the cap'n, but for the whole loyal crew.

>> Aye!

(crewmen cheers) (suspenseful orchestral music) >> Halt!

Who guys there?

>> John Silver and party.

Come to have words with His Excellency Governor Strong.

>> Silver?

And whom might that be?

>> Plain simple, John Silver, sir.

>> Well, simple John Silver, make off!

>> Crewman: I says that we go.

>> Mind your manners.

(chuckles) It ain't our wish to disturb the governor, but to keep our appointment the proper way.

(chuckles) >> Hey, what's this?

>> Hold 'em mates!

Show no quarter!

(gates open) >> Curse this Mendoza from the seas!

He shall feel our steel, and rue the day he sighted Portobello!

Make ready to sail!

>> Sir, we stand ready.

>> Revolting pirate!

I'll show him no quarter whatever, him nor any other buccaneer that comes to these shores!

There'll be nothing but a patch of blood where his ship has been!

>> But Henry, what about Elizabeth?

She's in his power.

What's going to happen to her?

>> Nothing, if Mendoza doesn't wish to boiling in oil.

>> John Silver at your service.

>> Governor: And who let you in?

>> Your guards, governor.

When I explained the urgency of my visit, they kindly stepped aside.

>> Get out!

(coughs) The smell's more than I can bear.

>> Begging your worship's pardon, and your beautiful wife's.

(chuckles) Out with ye!

Don't you know enough to bathe when you're in the shadow of your betters?

(Long John inhales) Aye, there is a big change in the air now he's gone.

>> You will begone too, you rogue, or I'll have you flogged.

>> Out you scum.

>> Would you draw steel on a poor cripple, and him what's heard of your daughter's plight, and come to help you?

>> Henry, hear the man.

Maybe he can help us.

(Long John laughs) >> Begging your pardon, milady, but might I make so bold as to say you're as wise as you be beautiful.

>> Stay your filthy tongue!

>> Pray speak.

>> Tis the hate I have for Mendoza and all his black-hearted ilk, what makes me offer you my services.

>> Why, I have three men-of-war in the harbor, with mettle enough aboard to sink any popinjay buccaneer.

>> Popinjay says you?

Well, don't be fooled by his fine feathers and plumage.

He may seem a pop, but underneath he's as wily as a vulture.

And when the shot and shell cleave through the planking of his hull and sends his ship down to the bottom with the sharks, your little daughter goes with her.

>> Henry, he's right.

>> But knowing El Toro, maybe I can devise a plan to save her.

>> Henry, I beg of you, on our daughter's life.

>> Mendoza demands 1,000 gold sovereigns, to be left at Broken Finger Point before sundown tomorrow.

The money is to be buried on the beach with proper markings.

No one shall be there when he goes to get it, or he'll slit my daughter's throat.

>> Aye, he'd cut her pretty throat for certain.

Using force be no good, but there is a way.

>> What?

>> I'll have to take this here ransom to Broken Finger Point myself.

Me being like one of his own, in a manner of speaking, he'll be more willing to parley.

You'll get your little daughter back, never fear.

>> Lady Strong: Oh, thank you.

>> And what will you get?

>> Satisfaction for doing my duty, sir.

Here be the plan.

When he's gone, I'll light fire signals on the beach.

One fire means he's sailing north.

Two fires, south.

With this information, ya gives chase with your men of war and blast him over the horizon!

>> And what makes you think I could trust you?

>> Sir Henry, you have the word of Long John Silver.

>> Your Excellency, there's merit in this rascal's scheme.

We could send men to watch him.

>> Oh, please, Henry.

>> Very well, Silver.

There's no other choice.

But mark ye well, should there be any slip because of your doing, you'll feel the hangman's rope.

>> As your humble servant excellency, might I suggest you fetch the golden sovereigns and I'll be gone.

(sweeping orchestral music) No Mendoza.

It ain't natural for El Toro not to be here himself when gold be the prize.

(suspenseful orchestral music) Bide here a while, till I gives the signal.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (debris clattering) >> Here she be, Billy, the gold.

(menacing orchestral music) (gun fires) (tense orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) >> Billy Bowlegs, I'll be blow.

>> What do you want?

>> Them gold sovereigns, to pay for the life of the governor's little daughter.

I've come to fetch her.

>> No thanks you'll be getting from Mendoza, what's sworn to take your hide.

My advice to you is, turn back.

>> By your actions ashore, it would seem you and Mendoza were not of a mind to share this here ransom gold with your shipmates.

>> Devil blind you, you one-legged squid!

I'll heave you to the shore.

[Long John] - Ain't you forgetting, Mr. Bowlegs?

I'm now captain here.

Clap on sail and look sharp about it!

I'll be saving by gabbing for El Toro.

(Long John laughs) (dramatic orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) (crewmen muttering) Good evening to y'all.

(crewmen muttering) (Long John chuckles) (laughs) It's quite a reunion!

And the gentlemen from The Cask and Anchor.

It warms the old heart to see y'all again.

>> Cut him down to the deck!

>> Alto!

(crewmen muttering) (dramatic orchestral music) >> My compliments to ye, El Toro!

>> This is better than I had ever hoped for.

(suspenseful orchestral music) >> Put aside that petty pinked thing!

Do ye think if I didn't hold the trump card, I'd be delivering myself into your hands?

(Long John laughs) >> Son of a blundering ox, what did you do?

>> Long John: Aye, You may well ask.

I'd be most interested to tell your crew what your trusted partner were proposing to do with that there treasure, when I just happened to come across him and them two poor, now dead seaman he took ashore.

>> You filthy pig, you'll be shot!

Clap him in iron!

>> Begging your pardon, El Toro, but if you and your crew were to know the true details, would be walking the plank for Mr. Bowlegs.

>> I'll kill ya!

I'll kill ya!

He was gonna-- (fist thumps) >> Throw him in chains!

I need no suggestions from scum like you.

>> Stay you're blade.

I've come to finish this piddling deal.

(El Toro laughs) >> You, the governor's runner.

I have the gold.

>> How one small sack of coins can blind a man to real fortunes ashore be beyond me.

>> What fortunes ashore?

>> One thing at a time, El Toro.

First, you fetch the governor's little girl, then give me a boat to shore.

And look sharp about it!

>> You filthy dog!

While you stand on the deck of my ship you won't snap your tongue like that!

>> Let's hear him out!

>> Nay, I'll be gone!

(tense orchestral music) >> No, we will go to my cabin.

>> And most welcome.

I hear the good ship Hope of Bristol carried some fine kegs in her hold.

Si, and little else.

(Long John laughs) (Long John belches) >> Another bottle, El Toro.

(bottle breaks) My tongue be getting loose enough to tell you my plan.

>> Glenn!

Glenn, where are you?

(El Toro grumbles) Curse you, Glenn!

I'll have you chained to the keel!

>> Why, keep you no cabin boy, a captain of your position?

>> I pressed a no good boy into service from the Hope of Bristol.

But he is so stupid, the kiss of the rope's end does no more than make him stubborn like the mule.

I think I will throw him to the fish.

>> Oh, 'tis better to use him than drown him.

Send for him.

I'll handle him.

>> Rum!

And bring that stupid cabin boy!

>> Si, si, capitan.

>> Now that you've suckled like a pig of my hospitality, I would like to hear how you will repay this.

You've made great promises.

(Long John laughs) >> The promise I made to His Excellency was to deliver you safely into his trap.

(Long John laughs) I told him once his little daughter was safe ashore, I'd light signal fires on the beach.

One fire to say you was sailing north.

Two fires, south.

>> You will never live to light those fires.

>> Now, hear me out, will ye?

(Long John chuckles) My plan be to send his warships south, while you and me goes north and sacks the King's warehouse.

(both laugh) >> You have not changed, Long John Silver.

(laughs) You are still a man of clever schemes.

>> Arr, fortune rides the shoulders of them what schemes.

(both laugh) >> Take your hands off me!

(henchman laughs) Let me go, I say!

(dramatic orchestral music) >> Here, serve you're betters!

(cup clinks) (wine pouring) (sentimental orchestral music) (sentimental orchestral music) >> Arr!

You clumsy little bungler, you!

(tense orchestral music) You young varlet!

I'll break you of these insolate ways!

>> Out with him before I skin him!

>> I'll kill you!

(body thumps) (El Toro laughs) (door shuts) >> Long John: Cabin boys, none of them be any good.

I remember one we had, when I sailed with Flint.

We noticed he was reeling more than the ship was.

The crew were bribing him to tack the cast.

(laughs) He'd taken a fancy to the rum himself.

The young varmint.

(both laugh) >> So this is your special way with muchachos, huh?

>> Arr, shifty in the eye he be.

(El Toro chuckles) But no more of that.

Send the boat ashore and light the signal.

>> Make ready the long boat.

>> Crewman: Si, capitan!

>> (laughs) A double blow for this governor pig.

First he lose his daughter, then he lose his warehouse.

(laughs) >> 'Twere better to take the young'un ashore.

No soldier would dare to fire in the direction of the governor's little girl.

(El Toro laughs) >> Oh, Long John, mi amigo, your mother must have been a witch.

(both laugh) (exciting orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) (hooves clopping) (suspenseful orchestral music) >> She has spirit.

>> You keep quiet.

>> Leave the lad to me.

He's good to lean on.

That's why I brought him along.

Now, we best move quick.

>> Adelante.

>> Drop behind.

Arr, Jim.

Tis good to feel your shoulder beneath my hand again.

(Long John chuckles) Tis a long time since Treasure Island.

What's a matter lad?

Cat got your tongue?

>> You're still a pirate.

>> Pirate, says you.

Why, even with only five toes, I'd cut and rip, if it weren't for the little girl.

>> How can we save her?

>> Arr, Long John moves in mysterious ways, which you'll soon be seeing.

There's something glistening around your neck, lad.

>> Oh, it's just a medallion.

Squire Trelawney gave it to me.

>> You mean it harks back to our days on Treasure Island?

Do it have writing on it?

Etching of a sort?

>> Yes.

>> Let me see it, matey.

I'll cover it well with my hands, so the moon won't strike a glint from it.

>> What are you up to?

>> I, uh, I was resting a bit to catch me breath.

>> Move ahead where I can keep an eye on you.

>> Aye.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (door bangs) (door breaks) (dramatic orchestral music) (barrel breaking) (object pounding) >> You have not lied, Long John.

Until your dying day, I will be grateful to you.

I regret to inform you, this is your dying day.

>> So, you double-cross your trusted partner?

>> El Toro has no partners.

Your blood shall run on this floor with that of the governor's pigeon, and his.

(Long John whistles) (exciting orchestral music) (crewman shouting) (exciting orchestral music) (swords clanging) (crewmen shouting) (bodies scuffling) (men shouting) (swords clanging) (exciting orchestral music) (swords clanging) (pistol strikes) >> Ow!

(men shouting) (swords clanging) (exciting orchestral music) (swords clanging) (dagger strikes) (swords clanging) (exciting orchestral music) (men shouting) (sword clanging) (exciting orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) (stick strikes) >> Let me have him!

>> Him and what's left of his scurvy crew goes back up aboard this ship.

>> I see.

So you are going to keep the riches of this warehouse for yourself?

>> You're growing up, El Toro.

>> And we both know they could hardly accuse me if I were lying here dead on the floor.

(Long John laughs) >> Smart as paint, you be.

>> I promise you, Long John Silver, should you ever venture beyond the breakwater, I will peel your skin like a mango.

>> You make it sound real appetizing.

Get him out of here!

El Toro, ain't you forgetting something?

The ransom gold.

(Long John chuckles) Here, Patch!

You fetch wagons and take this here plunder across the island to Port Espana.

And wait there for me.

We'll trade this here loot for a ship.

(crewmen cheering) Hark ye!

There be rum in them there casks, but they are for selling, not drinking.

And the first man who touches one drop answers to me.

(Long John chuckles) And now I go to make a call, (chuckles) on His Excellency.

>> While Mr. Silver fought, he told us to run for our lives.

>> Blast him, the rogue has turned the trick.

>> Master Hawkins threw a knife and saved me.

>> Fine work, lad.

(Long John laughs) >> By the devils twisted tail, they're safe!

This be the lad what deserves the credit.

He fought like a tiger.

(chuckles) Hawkins, I think you said the name was.

Oh, aye.

(chuckles) >> I just finished telling them that had it not been for you, we'd never have lived to be here.

(Long John laughs) >> There's credit enough for all, lad.

(laughs) I've bad news for Your Excellency.

Mendoza, he tricked me and sacked your warehouse.

>> The warehouse sacked?

>> Aye, and sack it well he did.

>> But there was a fortune stored there.

>> Arr, I know, but I did stay him from getting away with the ransom.

>> Silver, I know that your way of life is not one to bring riches that last.

And so-- >> Whatever I did, I did from the goodness of my heart.

And no money in the world can buy that.

However, there is one small favor I be asking.

>> Name it Silver and it's yours.

>> I've taken a fancy to the lad here.

I thought maybe you'd put him into my care.

Would you like that, lad?

>> Aye.

>> Should you ask a pardon for some of your deeds, a sack of gold and the rights to my wine cellar, these I could grant with an easy conscience.

But as governor, placing in your care a lad of quality, that I cannot grant.

>> I would like it sir.

>> Yes, yes.

And at your age, I too played at highwayman and cutting throats.

Nay, lad.

You'd best stay here at Government House.

You're welcome to see the lad, Silver, as long as he's here, until we put him aboard the next ship bound for England.

There's one due the day after tomorrow under a Captain MacDougall.

The Thistle I believe she is.

>> You mean, sir, I'll be leaving in two days?

>> Aye, and safely too, by gad.

My men-of-war will see to that.

>> Oh, it breaks my heart to be parted from him.

But here, matey.

Here be a keepsake.

Tis a shark's tooth, from a real live shark and could be hang on a string around your neck.

There.

Would you be having a keepsake for Long John?

>> Master Hawkins?

>> Yes, Miss Elizabeth?

>> I would be eternally grateful if you would take this as a small token for what I feel I owe you.

>> I shall always treasure this, Miss Elizabeth.

I would like to-- (Long John chuckles) Now, there's a little trinket I fancy having.

>> Now, now, this isn't Christmas, and the hour grows very late.

Good night, Mr. Silver.

I'll never again believe any stories I hear of you, unless they tell of your kindness and generosity.

>> Goodnight.

>> Thank ye, mum.

(sentimental orchestral music) >> To your health, Silver.

>> Arr, and most welcome.

(chuckles) (light orchestral music) [Crier] 12:00 and all's well!

(cat meows) (mysterious orchestral music) (door opens) >> Well, in what bilge hole have you been dicing this night?

>> I-- >> And don't be talking back.

What a disgraceful-looking sight you are.

From sun up to sunset, not a sight nor sign of you or your scurvy crew.

Have you taken to drinking another swill pot?

Look at the cut of you, look at the cut of you.

Dirt stains on your clothes as though you've been fighting like an ordinary game cock.

and rolling in the alleys.

(Long John growls) Why, the smell of you alone is enough to wrinkle the noses of pigs.

>> Oh, belay, Purity.

>> Belay, indeed.

You're not talking to a low sailor hand.

And don't threaten to clap me in irons, or I'll bash you over the head!

>> Bah.

>> Ye be not captain of this inn!

Stoking his appetite with me cooking, quenching his thirst with me rum.

And have you talk back to me?

Never!

I'll tell you, Long John... (Long John laughs) Oh, my.

Oh, why, it be be beautiful.

Oh, Long John, you lover bird.

Thinking about your Purity, every minute of the waking day.

(Long John chuckles) >> Would it be too much to ask for a small noggin of rum?

>> Rum!

Treachery lurks in your hall at every turn.

(Long John chuckles) (Long John sighs) (Long John laughs) >> Bless your heart.

(chuckles) (milk splatters) Milk!

I've been poisoned.

>> Go on, drink it down.

>> I've too harrowing a tale to tell for milk.

>> And what have you been up to this day?

>> I've done duty for His Excellency Governor Strong.

>> Oh, indeed, now.

In service for His Excellency.

>> Aye.

Mendoza, he had the governor's little daughter held for ransom.

And twas I in person what set her free.

The port upon my breath, was drunk with His Excellency not 50 minutes past.

>> Well, now.

At Government House?

>> Aye.

>> And I've been invited back when I choose, to see an old friend of mine who be harbored there, Jim Hawkins of Treasure Island.

>> Jim Hawkins?

>> Aye, he too were aboard the Hope of Bristol.

>> Well, bless me.

The lad be here?

>> Aye.

>> The very same lad you've been telling me so much about?

Oh, I'd love to see him.

>> My very thought, to bring him to your side.

He...

He'd be like a son to you.

>> Yes, yes, indeed.

As I've always wanted.

Will you be bringing the lad here?

>> Well, no.

We... We've ran afoul a diplomatic reef.

>> Yes, and who scuttled our plan?

>> Governor Strong himself.

>> Well, he be a wise man.

That's why he be governor.

(Long John grumbles) Are you such a fool, as to expect him to send a lad of quality, to follow in the footsteps of an adventurer with no roots?

Now, have you ever thought of settling down?

>> Settling down?

Anchored at my time of life?

>> Aye, you always were a good cook.

And to own half a place as respectable as The Cask and Anchor might influence the governor.

And in that way, he might grant you custody of your little shipmate.

Oh, no doubt the governor thinks it only proper, that the poor lad should have a mother and father.

>> Belay now.

>> Oh well, now I'll be making arrangements with the Reverend Monaster in the morning.

And this will be right pretty to wear to the wedding.

>> Arr!

>> My pretty bird, I wouldn't be wearing that around just yet.

(Long John chuckles) >> All right.

I'll be saving it for our first anniversary.

>> Oh Lord.

(Long John grumbles) (suspenseful orchestral music) (Jim exclaims) Steady, lad.

It be your old shipmate Long John.

>> What are you doing here?

>> That medallion.

What do you know about it?

>> Nothing.

Why?

>> It be a counterpart to a map.

I found in the sea chest I took away Treasure Island.

It points the way to more of Flint's gold still buried there.

[Long John] 900,000 pounds.

>> 900,000 pounds?

>> Aye, lad.

Belonging rightfully to you and me.

And as soon as a ship be found, we're sailing back to claim it.

>> Governor Strong will give us a ship.

>> No, no, I...

I've made arrangements this very day to buy my own.

>> When do we leave, Long John?

>> You come tomorrow to the Cask and Anchor Tavern, but tell no one a word of our plan.

>> You can trust me.

>> Arr.

(chuckles) (Ironhand whistles) That be Ironhand who's standing watch.

I best be off.

Now, uh, give me that medallion.

(Ironhand whistles) >> Ironhand: Ahoy there.

(dogs barking) [Ironhand] Oh, oh!

Nice dog!

>> The guards are chasing your friend.

Quick, get down while they're gone.

>> Here, take your sheet, lad, and lower me away.

Quick now.

(tense orchestral music) Here, tie it round there.

(tense orchestral music) The medallion!

Quick, lad, the medallion.

>> I'll bring it tomorrow to The Cask and Anchor.

>> Give me that medallion!

>> We're partners.

>> You blasted wharf rat!

Mutiny will ye?

You'll get what Flint gave to Hands what get him!

Them that died were the lucky ones!

>> You dirty pirate!

(body crashing) (Long John gasps) Are you hurt?

>> Strike me, you're a smart one, smart as paint, I always said.

(Long John gasps) (suspenseful orchestral music) Goodnight, partner.

(chuckles) >> Jim: Goodnight, Long John.

(dramatic orchestral music) >> It's a new barrel, boys.

Staying home these nights, Bert, huh?

(festive concertina music) Johnny, you're looking well.

(festive concertina music) Good morning, Luke.

(festive concertina music) (cup slams) (cup slams) Arr!

>> Thief!

>> Mow, Purity, that weren't nice.

I were only trying to get a drop of rum for a friend of mine, who had a bad night.

>> A very close friend it must be.

Come along now.

>> Take your boarding house out of my end.

Belay!

Avar!

(Long John gurgling) Hold your fire!

>> Blow your rum bubbles into this!

You'll be sobering up, you will!

(Long John gurgling) So that after the wedding, we can ask the governor for custody of the lad without shame!

>> Belay the swab!

>> Indeed.

>> Rum, give me rum!

>> After the wedding.

>> Sergeant: Provider, provider!

Where are you?

(Long John groans) >> Good morning, gentlemen.

Oh, well, may I be of service to you?

>> I'm searching for a man with one leg and another with one eye.

They're the leaders of the cutthroats that sacked this man's plantation.

>> We know they are here.

Bring them out!

>> Purity: Oh, a man with one leg and a man with one eye?

Here?

>> We've crossed paths before.

>> Oh, now you gentlemen seem a little hot and excited.

Permit me to buy your morning glass of ale >> Here, you wenches, give me my crutch.

>> There now.

You must be feeling better I'm sure.

>> Thank you for the ale, ma'am.

If those heathens should come in here, I want you to let me know.

>> Oh, indeed I will, Sergeant.

You heard what that Sergeant said.

If you or your scurvy mates show your faces on the street, they'll clap you in jail.

Now, upstairs I say, and get clean!

>> Where are you going?

>> I've arrangements to make with the Reverend Monaster.

We've a wedding to go to, our wedding.

Mind you put the padlock on the rum!

And no matter what Captain Silver orders, he gets milk!

(light orchestral music) (water splashes) (tense orchestral music) >> Fetch me some rum!

(parrot squawking) (light orchestral music) Milk, sup for weaklings.

(parrot cackles) Belay your cackle.

(light orchestral music) (door shuts) (ominous orchestral music) >> From the cut of your jib, you appear to be a seafaring man.

It warms my heart to see a sailor drinking milk instead of rum.

I myself have never passed alcohol over my lips, nor let appease you to board my ship.

>> You have a ship?

>> I'm Captain Asa MacDougall.

>> Of the Thistle.

Sit ye down, cap'n.

I hear tell she be be a trim little craft.

>> The good Lord's blessing has been denied her.

I have a few seamen left.

The other struck down by scurvy and bedded in the town.

I was told I could find some men here that might sign on.

>> There be faint hope of that.

Any hand worthy of his salt be at sea already.

>> It's a sorry state I'm in.

Me, commissioned by the governor to take cargo back to England, and hardly enough crew to up anchor.

>> There may be a way.

The plantation workers.

>> Yokels?

>> Aye, but they be honest men and willing, and a good captain could soon lick 'em into ship.

>> But how can anyone get farmhands to go to sea?

>> It ain't how you get 'em.

'Tis how bad that you want them.

>> Do you think you could provide such a crew?

>> You have two longboats drawn up on the beach within the hour, and I'll deliver 'em.

>> The Lord hath provided for one of his flock.

>> Amen.

Now, jump quick and get them boats!

>> Aye.

(Long John growls) >> [Parrot]} Pieces Of eight!

(squawks) (feet stomping) >> Ahoy, captain!

>> You mutinous maggot!

(crewman gasps) >> Milk!

Better to be captured!

>> What happened?

>> The rum.

>> We'll talk of discipline at a later hour.

Now, you'll get a cart and keep under cover.

(light orchestral music) (chicken clucking) (light orchestral music) >> I shall be back for you shortly, Master Hawkins.

>> Thank you, Miss Elizabeth.

>> And give me kind regards to Captain Silver.

>> I will.

(light orchestral music) (pensive orchestral music) (melancholy orchestral music) I'm sorry I called you a pirate.

>> You best be keeping in trust your own medallion.

>> It's our medallion.

We're partners.

>> Arr, my little matey.

(laughs) Bless his heart.

Now sit ye down there.

(chuckles) Here, here there's some nice cold milk.

Now refresh yourself.

>> Jim: Thanks.

You promised to tell me the plan, Long John.

>> Long John: There's time enough of that, lad.

when we're aboard the Thistle >> Then you're going back to England?

>> Aye, lad.

Last night, you showed me the light.

I've made up my mind to go back and stand fair trial at execution dock.

And then, if my name be cleared, we'll set sail for Treasure Island again.

>> Oh, I'm proud of you, Long John.

Squire Trelawney will defend you.

He'll get you off.

You have my word.

(Long John laughs) >> Bless his little heart.

(chuckles) Here.

It says here, "Proceed to Flint's face."

It fits the map.

There.

There.

Sealed in blood, not to breath a word of our plans to a living soul.

(parrot squawks) >> Pieces of eight!

>> We'll take the witness to the bargain along with us.

You go say your farewells to the governor, and I'll join you aboard the Thistle within the hour.

>> Aye-aye, captain.

(Long John chuckles) (feet stomping) >> Oh, I bought the most beautiful things your eyes have ever seen.

Now put them carefully in my room.

Mind you don't soil them now.

Here you are.

Oh, no, this one I'll take care of myself.

(light orchestral music) Oh, don't tell me.

I know.

This be Jim Hawkins.

Oh, we waited a long time for you lad.

Look at him.

Why, he's twice as handsome as you said he was.

>> Here now, he clings to you like pitch, he does.

I knew you'd fall in love with him at first sight like a son.

>> Oh, you're going to like it here in Portobello when you start going to school and you meet the other fine gentlemen that'll be going to school with you.

>> But-- >> Oh, now, have no thoughts of going back to England.

Captain Silver and I are working out what's best for you.

>> But you don't understand.

>> Oh, indeed I understand far better than you give me credit for.

We'll have something to be teaching you, and you'll have something to teach us too.

Eh, Long John?

>> But-- >> Aye, there's no doubt about it, Jim.

>> Coachman: Governor Strong's coach for Master Hawkins.

>> Well, bless me.

Royalty calling for him already.

Now, mind you stay friends with Miss Elizabeth too.

>> Goodbye, Miss Pinker.

>> You'll call me Purity, (Purity kisses) or mother.

(Long John chuckles) Bless him.

He's the sweetest child I've ever seen.

If I live to be 100, I couldn't be happier than I am right now.

Look, Long John!

I'm a bride!

>> Arr!

Now, the Reverend will be here within the hour to discuss the ceremony.

And remember what the Sergeant said, you don't dare show your face on the streets.

>> Shiver my timbers!

A landlubber I'll never be!

(suspenseful orchestral music) (hooves clopping) >> Ahoy, matey.

(laughs) Oh, eating a dry lunch?

This be years in the cask, full too.

Now, I'd be willing to trade it with a thirsty man for a few minutes visit with my friends inside there.

>> No visitors!

Be gone with you!

(bottle smashes) >> That was good rum you made me waste.

(tense orchestral music) Bigley, Merrick!

Here!

See that this doesn't slip between your clumsy fingers.

Tie it to the bar.

(tense orchestral music) Then jump aboard!

We're off to sea!

(whip smacks) (exciting orchestral music) (building collapsing) (men yelling) ♪ A wedding there will be ♪ ♪ A wedding there will be ♪ ♪ Hi-ho the diddly-o ♪ ♪ A wedding there will be ♪ ♪ A wedding there will be ♪ ♪ A wedding there will be ♪ (Ironhand knocks) Be that you, the Reverend Monaster?

>> Ironhand: No, the Ironhand!

>> Come in, lad.

Look at you, why aren't you cleaned up for the wedding?

>> Silver and his crew have gone to sea.

>> Oh, they have not!

(exciting orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) Come aboard, Reverend.

(exciting orchestral music) Come on, up you go, up you go!

Come on, I'm heading to go quick now!

come on, boys!

Here, pull me in!

That's it!

Try to run away from me, will he?

I'll show him!

Come on there!

Get up!

Hurry up!

There he goes!

Off to Thistle!

>> What happened?

>> A one-eyed man struck me with a bottle.

They're headed for the harbor!

(light orchestral music) >> Elizabeth: Goodbye, Jim.

>> The tides full and no farmhand.

>> Oh, now, patience, captain, patience.

These men are just as eager to get to sea as you are to have them.

(exciting orchestral music) There be your men.

>> They don't look like plantation workers to me.

(exciting orchestral music) (hooves clopping) Here, we've no time for belaboring.

Here be your men and here be your cook.

And our wisest move be put to sea, and sharp too.

(exciting orchestral music) (hooves clopping) >> Give me that musket.

(exciting orchestral music) Halt in the name of the King!

Halt I say!

(musket fires) >> Long John, come back!

Come back, or I'll tear you limb from limb!

You'll rue the day your mother ever spawned ya!

Come back!

(triumphant orchestral music) (grand orchestral music) >> Ship ahoy!

(menacing orchestral music) >> It bears Silver's crew.

More sail.

(exciting orchestral music) >> Let fly topsail!

(cannons firing) (exciting orchestral music) (cannons firing) (water splashing) >> It's a man-of-war!

>> Hard to starboard!

(cannons firing) It's an ambush!

We shall lose them in Skeleton Reef, then sail for Socorro Island.

>> Move lively now!

(ominous orchestral music) >> It be strange indeed, (cannon firing) to have the guns of a man-of-war, firing on our side.

(Long John laughs) It took you, lad, to bring the light into my black heart.

'Tis a good feeling, knowing I'll be going back to England to save my name.

(cannons firing) Here, we best get to our duties as honest seamen.

>> (laughs) Going back to Execution Dock.

Feet swing in the air.

>> And us with him.

>> But he told us we were bound for Treasure Island.

>> Ease off!

(cannon firing) I have a feeling Captain Silver will change MacDougall's course.

>> (chuckles) Arr, lad.

'Tis good to feel the roll of a ship again.

>> That it is.

(Long John chuckles) >> Now, you best be serving the good cap'n and his mate.

You and me has got to make a right smart impression the first night.

>> Aye, Long John.

>> There we go, lad.

(hatch slides) >> Ahoy.

>> Here, belay now.

The cap'n be served before the crew in this here galley.

>> The serving of information where this bumboat is headed is the dish we're hungry for, by thunder.

(parrot squawks) This be time for counsel, or I'm a shark.

>> Why, you stupid squids!

Can't you see?

With Mendoza playing ducks and drakes with that man-of-war, now be our chance to takeover the here craft.

>> And so, we thank ye Lord, for the good food which ye have blessed upon us this day.

Amen.

(biscuit thuds) Blast your stupid spigot head!

Where's the salt?

>> I'll get it from the galley at once, Captain.

>> Crewman: Cut and rip, I say.

Slice his throat from ear to ear.

>> Crewman: Throw him to the sharks.

>> Crewman: Many a day since I've heard the splash of a body in the briny.

(crewman laughing) >> Crewman: We'll take this slaver away from Captain MacDougall, tear out his pious tongue and let it flap a sermon in the sun.

(crewman laughing) (lively concertina music) (parrot squawks) (crewman growls) (Long John chuckles) >> Crewman: What's the plan, Long John?

>> Long John: Simple it be.

Tomorrow.

when the far noon watch strikes eight bells and the sun be at its highest, I'll be coming to have a talk polite-like with the Captain.

(crewmen chuckling) While I engages him in the discussion, I puts a hand on the companion way-railing.

This be the signal for all of ye to take over.

>> Crewman: Aye.

>> Hold fast!

Haven't you never learned to knock on the Captain's door?

>> I have something to tell!

>> Where's the salt?

>> But there are more important things than salt.

Captain, if you will just listen.

>> Speak, but it best be important.

>> First, you'll have to give me your solemn oath that you'll not let any harm befall Captain Silver.

I owe him my life.

>> Captain Silver, the cook?

>> Promise me there will be no bloodshed.

He's a friend of mine.

>> You have my solemn word.

>> Long John Silver is a pirate, and all the men that signed on with him are pirates.

They plan to mutiny.

>> Mutiny?

We'll cut them down like wheat.

>> But Captain, you said there'd be no bloodshed.

>> Bargains, you're making?

>> [Captain MacDougall] Hold, Bergen.

I'll not break faith with the lad.

Just when does this mutiny take place, son?

>> Tomorrow noon, sir.

When Long John comes to talk to you, he'll put his hand on the companion way-railing.

That's the signal.

>> Forewarned is forearmed.

>> Jim: Remember, you've given me your word.

>> Aye, "Charity shall cover the multitude of sins."

New Testament, Peter the fourth, eighth verse.

You're a good lad to have told me this.

Move among them if you can, as though you didn't know.

I'm counting on you to play a part on the side of righteousness.

They'll rue the day they ever tried to trifle with one who stands in the Lord's shadow.

>> Aye-aye, Captain.

(melancholy orchestral music) >> You deal with the pirates whelp?

(MacDougall chuckles) >> Have plenty of powder and shot for the pistols.

And tonight at seven bells, when it's dark enough, change course north.

If I remember rightly, you never were a man that sickened at the sight of blood.

(dramatic orchestral music) >> Land ho!

(sweeping orchestral music) >> We're off course.

>> There's no land on the road to England!

(crewman mumbles) (foot stepping) >> Ahoy there.

(bell rings) Arr, lad, I missed you in the galley this morning.

>> I, I had chores for Captain MacDougall.

>> Arr, good lad.

(chuckles) (suspenseful orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) (Long John chuckles) Captain Mac, could I have a word with ye about the galley's stores?

>> Aye, Silver.

>> I was thinking we might have a roast this evening from salt pork, (chuckles) if I have your permission.

(chuckles) (hand thumps) (crewman shouting) (exciting orchestral music) >> Avast, Silver.

>> Would you draw arms on me, a poor cook?

>> Cook?

You're a pirate.

Strip the weapons from these black sheep and herd them over here.

>> Crewman: We've been scuttled.

>> Hold your tongue!

>> [Captain MacDougall] Ye black sinner.

I hope you're ready to meet your maker.

>> No!

You gave me your word.

>> (laughs) Aye.

Captain MacDougall never breaks his vow.

I was going to put them ashore on that island, and maroon him with the rest.

>> But that's worse.

Ben Gunn was marooned on Treasure Island, and he was daft!

>> Since you know so much about it, you'd better join them, you little informer.

>> Please, Long John, If I'd known he was going to do this, I never would have told him.

He professed to be a man of the Bible.

>> Arr, sometimes them what quotes the Bible, has less Bible in their hearts than them what don't.

But I can say one thing for ye, lad.

I admire your honesty.

Arr!

(frightening orchestral music) Over here, lively.

Fate has a dealt us a deadly blow.

This be Socorro Island, Mendoza's secret hide out.

>> Not only marooned, but at the mercy of Mendoza.

>> And him sworn to peel our hides like mangoes.

>> All because of him.

>> Belay!

>> Belay says he.

Ye may hold us off for a spell, Long John.

but he's to die.

>> That's right, Silver.

>> Rush me.

and I'll fire these pistols, and that'll bring Mendoza's men around like a pack of hungry wolves.

Then we'll all die.

I'll tell you how to live.

>> Your schemes won't get you out of this, Silver.

>> So, in a short time, night will fall.

Mendoza's crew will be coming ashore to carouse, leaving maybe two hands on watch aboard.

Then we'll set fire to that warehouse.

While they're fighting the flames, we'll take over the Cordoba.

(chuckles) How be that for a plan?

(crewmen muttering) >> Who's to set the fire, Long John?

>> I'll set the fire.

>> They'd see the hulk of ye, no matter how dark it is.

>> Better to send Big Eric with a flag on top of his head.

(crewman laughs) >> It needs somebody small.

>> If it needs somebody small, who could be smaller than him?

>> Why, you white-livered scum!

You'd have a lad do a man's work?

I'll go myself.

>> You lumbering through the bush would be like sending a buffalo.

>> He's why were marooned.

>> I'll go Captain.

(raucous music) (crewmen carousing) (lively drum music) (crewmen carousing) (exciting orchestral music) (crewmen carousing) (lively drum music) (crewman carousing) >> Well done, matey.

Into the longboat, before the flames show them where we are.

(crewmen carousing) (crewman shouting) (flames roaring) (crowd screams) (exciting orchestral music) Look lively now!

(fire roaring) (fire explodes) (exciting orchestral music) (crewmen shouting) >> To the boats!

>> Aye!

(exciting orchestral music) >> Move fast!

Tap on sail!

Up anchor!

We're headed for Treasure Island!

(dramatic orchestral music) >> The longboats are gone!

>> Look!

>> The mark of Long John Silver.

I pledge on the soul of my madre, to catch you, Silver.

And when I do, the death you face will make men's blood run cold for 100 years.

(light orchestral music) (light orchestral music) >> Shipmate.

(sentimental orchestral music) It hurts, lad, to know you be harboring ill thoughts of me.

>> You started a mutiny, Long John.

Why did you do it?

>> I were a coward, lad.

But how would you feel to be going back to England, to stand trial without a farthing to your name?

So I figured, we'd first sail to Treasure Island and get the gold, using my share to pay for my defense.

(frightening orchestral music) >> I wish I could believe you.

>> So that's what's eating ye, lad?

(laughs) Bless its heart.

Ahoy there!

Patch!

Call all hands on deck!

Lively now!

(frightening orchestral music) Standby to hoist the colors!

From now on.

this here ship be engaged in honest trading, and will be run man-of-war fashion and sail under true color!

Shill, fetch out the Union Jack!

(noble orchestral music) There, lad.

(noble orchestral music) Hoist away, lad!

(noble orchestral music) Salute there, salute!

Salute you swab!

(noble orchestral music) (triumphant orchestral music) (frightening orchestral music) (birds chirping) (body thuds) (body thuds) >> We found them on the beach.

>> Water, water!

>> First, speak.

>> We escaped from Silver.

He's headed for Treasure Island!

>> Aye, but our loyalty to you is above all.

>> It is the duty of all men loyal to El Toro to kill Silver.

You have betrayed me.

>> No!

Water, water!

(water splashing) >> Take them away and shoot them.

And that is what will come to any man who shuts his duty to El Toro.

>> I thirst for Silver's blood, but we're helpless.

>> No, mi amigo.

El Toro is never helpless.

Remember our other ship is due from Barbados.

(light orchestral music) >> Treasure Island, lad, the place what first brought us together.

And now we are going back again, you and me.

(chuckles) (light orchestral music) There she be, lad, as quite and peaceful as a tiger, basking in the sun.

>> Where be the treasure?

>> Aye, let's get our hands on it and begin counting.

>> Let's have at it, I say!

>> Why, you money-grabbers?

Ain't you no love in your hearts for the peace and beauty of this here tropical island?

(birds chirping) >> It's like a dream.

Quiet, beautiful.

A man might take a mind to spend the rest of his life here.

(gun fires) >> To the trees!

Lively now!

>> Who's firing upon us?

>> I say back to the boat, away from this cursed place!

>> Not while there's gold here.

>> But Long John, remember the stockade!

>> Aye, stout and strong she be.

>> It was that way.

>> Right, lad.

Have your pistols ready and follow Jim Hawkins.

(birds chirping) (ominous orchestral music) Take cover all of ye.

(gun fires) (man screams) Here, you!

Get him inside!

Lively now!

(bird squawking) You set her over there!

Patch, take that loophole.

Big Eric, the door.

Blast their eyes.

Who be on this island?

>> Aye, and how many strong?

>> Man: Welcome back to Treasure Island, Long John Silver!

(suspenseful orchestral music) >> Who calls me by name?

>> Man: Israel Hands!

>> Israel Hands?.

>> Flint's old gunner.

You told Squire Trelawney and all of us, he was done in aboard the Hispaniola.

>> I shot him when he tried to kill me with his knife.

He's dead.

>> 'Tweren't no ghost what fired that shot.

Here, you, into the tower, and keep me covered whilst I parlay with him.

Israel!

Shipmate!

(Israel laughs) >> Israel: I knew one day you'd come hobbling back here, to fix your talons on the rest of Flint's treasure, John Silver!

I'll be waiting for ya!

>> It warms me, to know you's still alive!

Come, join up with us, Israel!

>> Israel: Ha!

You've a split tongue, Silver!

>> If you be dead, it be my duty to rescue ye!

>> Israel: We've got you and your scurvy crew.

cut off from your ship and supplies!

One by one, you'll die!

(musket fires) (body thumps) >> Up you go, Frogger, but keep low.

Flag of truth, Israel!

As me brethren!

>> Israel: Aw, you haven't changed, Silver!

A one-legged serpent you were, a one-legged serpent you are, a one-legged serpent you die!

(musket fires) (bullet ricochets) (hatch shuts) >> This stockade be safe shelter, and we've powder and shot enough.

We'll anchor here.

And before long, he'll come begging to us on his knees.

(suspenseful orchestral music) (crewmen snores) (crewmen snoring) (crewmen snores) (suspenseful orchestral music) (crewman snorting) >> Hey, you lazy dog.

You have to be on guard.

(crewman gasps) Captain, captain!

George is dead!

(Long John mumbling) >> What happened here?

(body thuds) >> There's no way of getting treasure from this accursed island!

>> Hold, belay!

>> I'm not staying here to be cut up piecemeal!

Not me!

I'm for running for it!

And them that's with me, join up!

>> Arr, you'd be slaughtered like hogs spring time.

>> Don't try to scare us, Long John!

We got minds too and ways of doing things!

>> Think twice, lad.

(guns firing) Close that door!

Close them windows!

Quick fast, the loopholes!

You ain't eating nothing lad.

>> How he hated me.

I can still see his face.

>> He won't lay a finger on ye.

You have my word.

>> According to folks with rules, we've had council.

>> Back to you posts.

>> It ain't us what has rub with Israel Hands.

It's you and him.

>> Aye.

>> It were your treacherous deed that made him the devil he is.

Why should we all die for it?

>> And since it's your blood he's thirsting for, why not slip us the medallion?

>> So you're standing for captain again, eh, Patch?

Medallion you want.

Well, medallion you'll have.

(muskets firing) (exciting orchestral music) >> Fire!

(muskets firing) >> It's Mendoza's crew, from the direction of the beach!

(guns firing) (guns firing) (exciting orchestral music) (muskets firing) (exciting orchestral music) (body thuds) >> Hold your fire!

Them men be unarmed!

(guns firing) (exciting orchestral music) (door crashes) (Israel gasps) (Israel gasps) >> Thank ye.

Thank ye, Long John.

>> Israel Hands.

(tense orchestral music) >> Aye.

>> Long John: Blind as a bat.

>> Aye!

But I see everything.

Six of you!

>> Frogger: Mendoza's closing in.

>> Seven.

>> Trapped like rats in a sinking ship.

(Israel laughs) >> And I could save you all!

(laughs) If I wished.

>> Do that, and you'll have my solemn affidavit, you'll go equal shares in the treasure.

>> Treasure?

Treasure... (Israel spits) I'll strike a bargain, your lives for passage back to England.

Land me on the coast of Cornwall, hard by the Benbow inn.

Before I pass on, I've a favor to return, to a lad by the name of Jim Hawkins, who did me this!

>> Here, you!

>> What?

>> You have a bargain.

Make haste.

(Israel laughs) >> Follow me!

>> Carry fire arms and powder!

(gun fires) (gun fires) >> Mind your head here.

There's a sharp point.

(guns firing) (suspenseful orchestral music) (guns firing) (exciting orchestral music) >> They're gone!

(gun firing) >> Burn it to the ground!

There will be no shelter for them anywhere!

(exciting orchestral music) A thousand gold doubloons for the man who brings them to me!

(men cheering) (fire roaring) (exciting orchestral music) (light orchestral music) >> Ah!

Mind that hole there.

Old Bruce stepped into that and broke his leg.

(Israel laughs) Had to shoot him, we did, from the screaming of it.

(laughs) (comical orchestral music) >> It fair gives me a chill, it do.

>> Yeah, he sees more with none than I do with one.

(mysterious orchestral music) >> He's gone.

>> 'Twere a ghost all along.

>> Hold fast!

Flint's face!

(mysterious orchestral music) If those be his eyes, why, that be his nose.

It says here, "From the nose to the toes," "points the way to the treasure."

"From the nose," "to the toes."

(Long John shouts) (menacing orchestral music) >> I say, let's run for the boat.

>> Why, you blind sheep!

This is what we're looking for.

The gold be there!

(suspenseful orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) >> Can't you I'm down here?

>> The treasure!

>> Treasure!

>> Let's get it!

>> Away, you poor, cursed scum!

>> Where is it, varlet?

>> Aye, point the way!

>> The gold, Long John, the gold!

>> What are we waiting for?

>> Show as the gold!

>> Aye, the medallion!

Where's the treasure?

>> Belay!

Follow me!

Give us a hand.

Down here!

(tense orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) (suspenseful orchestral music) >> Long John!

Were are you, Long John?

(suspenseful orchestral music) (menacing orchestral music) >> Jim Hawkins!

(intense orchestral music) (Long John laughs) (crewmen muttering) (Long John shouts) (Long John laughs) (exciting orchestral music) (coins clinking) >> The treasure of an empire!

And it's mine, all mine!

(exciting orchestral music) >> I won't kill you Jim.

It'll just be your eyes!

(intense orchestral music) That passage is blind.

(intense orchestral music) (intense orchestral music) (Israel laughs) (intense orchestral music) (Israel laughs) Black in here, boy?

Well, the blacker it gets, the more (indistinct) you are!

(intense orchestral music) You put me into darkness.

Now I'll do the same for you!

(intense orchestral music) (Israel laughs) (exciting orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) (thrilling orchestral music) (thrilling orchestral music) (exciting orchestral music) (thrilling orchestral music) (waves crashing) It'll be quick, Jim!

Mine was!

(thrilling orchestral music) Does the sight of me eyes sicken you, boy?

Is your little heart beating like mine was on the mast that time?

Have you ever wondered what it's like not to look at the sand and the sea, always to wear the cloak of night?

You're soon to know, boy!

(Israel screams) (wind blowing) (wind blowing) (waves crashing) (mysterious orchestral music) (tense orchestral music) (bird screeches) (tense orchestral music) (ghost screeches) (body thuds) (wind howling) (intense orchestral music) (wind howling) (light orchestral music) (water splashes) (plants rustling) (light orchestral music) (light orchestral music) (light orchestral music) (men laughing) (man groans) >> Belay!

Belay, I say!

Have you all gone daft?

Killing you're own kind?

>> He took what was mine.

>> The first man what makes a move can count amongst his treasure a ball from this pistol!

>> We want no copper now.

>> We've been through this together, we goes out together.

All of us shares equal, even Jim there.

Where be the lad?

And Israel Hands?

>> Blast the lad, blast him!

>> Not one doubloon, not one jewel, leaves this island till that lad be found.

>> Looks like he's dead.

He's no use to us.

>> Dead or alive, he is my bait.

to catch the barracuda called Silver.

>> Long John: Ahoy!

Mendoza!

Set the lad free, and I'll surrender to ye!.

>> Show yourself first, Silver!

>> Long John.

>> (chuckles) Arr, matey.

You're free lad.

>> I can't let you do this, Long John.

We've got a chance.

We can run for it.

>> There'll be no trickery.

[Long John] I've given my word.

>> I won't go.

They'll kill you.

>> You'll obey orders!

>> I refuse.

I'm going back!

(hand slaps) (sad orchestral music) >> Now go join the others.

(suspenseful orchestral music) >> Quiet, lad, quiet.

>> You're going to fight?

>> Aye.

Pieces of eight they want.

(coins clinking) Pieces of eight they'll have, put through their innards.

(coins clinking) >> But you can't, Long John's down there.

>> Long John: Ahoy, Patch!

(exciting orchestral music) (bomb explodes) (bombs exploding) (bombs exploding) (bombs exploding) (bombs exploding) (swords clanking) (bombs exploding) (men laughing) (swords clanking) (bombs exploding) (men shouting) (bombs exploding) (bombs exploding) (dramatic orchestral music) >> Long John!

Where are you, Long John?

>> Ahoy!

(Long John laughs) Arr, matey!

(laughs) Arr, we did 'em in!

(laughs) We did 'em in, every yellow-livered one of em!

(laughs) (coins clinking) (dramatic orchestral music) (menacing orchestral music) >> Helpless as new born lambs.

(dramatic orchestral music) (crutch strikes) (bodies thudding) (exciting orchestral music) (both grunting) >> Now your legs be as useless as mine!

(laughs) (fist strikes) (Long John laughs) (exciting orchestral music) >> We finished 'em!

The rest took to the surf; >> Crewman: Tried to reach their boats, but were taken by the sharks.

(laughs) >> Arr, belay.

El Toro, you pledged to peel my skin from me like a mango.

(laughs) Well, you seem to be the riper of the two.

(laughs) [Long John] We'll maroon him here, and leave the vultures to do the peeling.

(all laugh) (Long John laughs) (Caribbean band music) ♪ This is now a happy day ♪ ♪ Long John Silver no more go away ♪ ♪ He stay here with plenty gold ♪ ♪ Eat good food, get fat and old ♪ >> We'll be leaving you gentlemen to your port and pipe.

♪ A pirate's life is not a happy one ♪ ♪ When he's hanging dead ♪ ♪ So dead ♪ ♪ In the noon day sun ♪ >> My friend.

(Caribbean band music) Here.

Oh, Silver, I've been waiting for an opportunity to thank you for the very generous donation that you made to the Government House, for arming the harbor against pirates.

(Long John chuckles) >> As an honest citizen with property to protect, it be my duty.

>> To your health, gentlemen.

>> And yours, Excellency.

>> Lady Strong: Gentlemen, your attention.

The Reverend Monaster has come here, to join in holy wedlock Miss Purity Pinker and the honorable Long John Silver.

(crowd cheers) >> You old son of a gun!

(people laughing) >> 'Tis mutiny.

>> Miss Pinker, I'm honored to be a witness at your wedding.

>> Thank you, Your Excellency.

There's no one I'd like better.

Isn't that right, Long John?

>> Man: He went that way, him and Jim!

>> Not again!

(lively orchestral music) (hooves clopping) Long John, come back!

Come back, Long John!

Your soul is troubled!

>> Goodbye, mateys!

Good luck to ye!

(Long John laughs) >> Come back!

(lively orchestral music) (climactic orchestral music)