Treasure Island

Cartridge Trelawney and Dr. Livesey asked me to describe Treasure Island -

- and only omit its location, because taxes were left there.

I'm starting at the time when my mother ran the Admiral Benbow inn -

- and an old sailor came to rent a room under our roof.

This is certainly a nice little cove, and a pleasant inns located.

- Many visitors? - Sorry, sir.

Then it is an excellent anchorage for me. Drive up alongside.

Take in my coffin.

- Good morning. - I'm very thirsty, ma'am. Rome.

All I want is rum, bacon and eggs and the cliff where I see the ships.

- You can call me Captain. - I make ready your room, Captain.

Boys, look out for sailors.

- Do you see this, son? - Yes, sir.

There is a silver that will be your end of the month.

All you need to do to get it is to keep your eyes open.

Look for a one-legged sailor.

More rum!

He asked for rum many times, but he never paid a penny.

Sometimes he drank more rum than he did -

- and then he sang their shanties.

People were frightened by his stories.

I have seen a man kölhalas so bad that there was nothing left of him.

Ghastly tales of hangings, to walk the plank -

And wild deeds and places.

His have been living among some of the most evil men who sailed the seas.

He was only challenged once, and that was when Dr. Livesey -

- came by one evening for a bite to eat with my mother.

Hey-ho, a bottle of rum!

Drink for the devil has catered for the last Hey-ho, a bottle of rum!

- Sing for the thunder! - Are you speaking to me, sir?

- Yes. - I have only one thing to say to you.

If you drink more rum, the world is Once a dirty scoundrel poorer.

If you can not immediately put the knife down I promise that you will be hanged!

If I hear the slightest complaint on you so I see that you will be driven away from here.

More rum!

The entire day he stood on the cliff with his brass telescope -

- and every day he asked if any sailor passed.

In particular, a one-legged sailor.

He haunted my dreams.

stormy nights, when the wind shook the House and whipped up waves -

- I saw him chase me in terrible nightmares.

A sailor with one leg...

This is my old friend Billy lives?

- I do not know who he is, sir. - He calls himself Captain.

He has a scar on one cheek.

The scar is on the right cheek.

Then it's Billy, indeed! Show me where he is.

Do you hear what I said, boy?

Here he comes.

Stand behind the door, then old Bill get a surprise.

Billy...

Black Dog!

How true, and I want to greet my old shipmate Billy.

So you have found me.

I was going to beat me down and talk plainly, as shipmates do.

Get out, and do not listen in any keyhole!

- Visitors, Jim? - He searched the captain.

I hope it is the man he was waiting for. Then maybe he leaves.

- Where are you? - One of the patrons servant is sick.

Take care of the house, Jim.

And do not come here again!

I did not sail with Flint in all these years for nothing! He gave it to me!

I do not share it with anyone! At least of all you, you wretch!

Tell the others that if they dare come here and I'll impale them!

Rome, Jim.

- Are you hurt? - Give me rum. I must here.

Does the ship have been abandoned by all? Do not you pour some rum for me?

- I'll get the doctor. - Doctors do not know a thing!

I live in Rome! That is my only drink, my husband and my wife!

You get a gold coin for a stop.

Just give me what you owe mother.

If I do not get my rum now I get the shivers, Jim.

I have already febrile visions. I have seen old Flint in the corner over there.

As if he were flesh and blood.

You'll get a splash, but no more.

- And you have to go to bed, Captain. - No, now they are waiting for me out there.

- Soon, they give me the black spot. - It's another sailor?

No, it is a kind of sign. If you get the black spot it is running.

It is my sea-chest they're looking for. Flint gave it to me.

Stay tuned I share it with you.

In the evening it becomes thick, and plagues may climb up to us on land.

Stay tuned!

- The Black Dog? - Black Dog, Pew and others.

And he is the one-legged...

Above all he is!

Is there any kind soul who can inform a poor blind man

- Who lost their eyes eyesight in gallantly defending England-

And God bless King George-

- Where and in what part of this country he now finds itself?

You are at the Admiral Benbow inn.

I hear a voice - a young voice.

Would you lend me your hand, young friend, and show me the way out?

Now, boy, you bring me to the captain.

Lead me in, otherwise I'll break your arm off!

When you come in so you cry: "Here you have a friend, Bill!"

Come on now!

Here you have a friend, Bill.

Stay where you are, Bill.

I may not see you, but I hear fingers moving.

Business is business, Bill.

Making his right hand near the wrist.

When it was done. Lead me out, boy.

They will certainly not get to me.

This old sjöbjörnen 'll show them.

Where, under the staircase, is my old sea-chest.

Here is the key. Open it, son.

Along the bottom of it is a small pocket in Oil cloth.

Take it and hide it for me.

The bloodthirsty bandits want to rob an honest man on his property.

Grab it and guard it with your life.

Do not tell a single soul.

It is the black spot, captain.

"Your grace period expires at ten o'clock in the evening."

Enter the door!

Smashing a window!

Hurry up!

Move! In with you!

- Billy is dead! - Look for chest!

Someone has opened the coffin, the Pew!

Is it there?

- The money is here. - To hell with them! Where is the map?

That must be the boy. I should have put his eyes out.

- Warning signal! We have to go! - The boy can not be far away.

Locate him, you dogs! God in heaven, if only I could see!

Johnny ! Black Dog!

You will not leave old Pew?

- He looks like a beggar. - No, they were a whole bunch of pirates!

- Who's there? - Jim Hawkins, sir.

- We heard rumors of smugglers. - No, sir, pirates.

Pirates? I'm glad you're all right. What were they looking for? Money?

Yes, and this one.

- I put it in a safe place. - Good boy.

I take you to the cartridge.

You are a noble man. To ride down where the villain was a blessing.

As to stomp on a cockroach.

Young Hawkins has a good head on. Sit down.

- The other bad guys are still out there. - Yes, sir. Gentlemen.

- Flint man. - Do you know him, sir?

Know? He was seas bloodthirsty pirates.

Blackbeard was nothing in comparison.

The Spaniards were so afraid of him I was almost proud.

I have seen Flint topsail at Trinidad, but the coward to kapten-

Retreated to Port of Spain.

- Flint had a treasure, sir? - If he had a treasure? A huge!

Minimum clue to where the old bastard buried it is worth a fortune.

Perhaps it was because they wanted have this. It might be a clue.

Good God, Livesey, what is it?

Can we open it, Jim? It is rightfully yours.

- So true. - Open it, sir.

There is a map of an island.

"Tall Tree offshoot of binoculars."

"Bearing N. N.N.Ö."

North of the north-northeast, sir.

Do you see the three red crosses? And here's something:

"Most of treasure here."

Livesey, immediately close your practice. Tomorrow I travel to Bristol.

About three weeks no, two weeks... ten days-

- We have England's best ships and crew.

Jim accompanies the exhibition boy. You'll be famous, Hawkins.

You'll be ship's doctor, Livesey, and I'll be Admiral.

I'm going with, Trelawney. Jim will be of great benefit.

- But there is a man I worry about. - Who is the villain?

You, for you can not remain silent. We are not the only ones who know the document.

Those who attacked the inn tonight, and surely more besides, want the money.

We must not divulge a word about this.

Livesey, you have the right, as usual.

I'll be silent as the grave.

One time I lived there at the inn and dreamed of the sea -

- and strange islands full of savages that we fought against.

sometimes full of dangerous animals who chased us.

But my fantasies could not measure with the strange and tragic -

Really happened.

Awake!

- Doctor! - You've traveled far but slept well.

- We are in Bristol? - That's right, Jim. Come now.

- Redruth! - Cartridge has certainly made me a sailor.

There we have Tom Joyce and Hunter, patrons grooms.

Now, the seamen of us.

You should see the cartridge dressed as a naval officer.

- Take this to John Silver. - He is also a fellow patrons?

No, he runs a tavern here in Bristol. Look out for a big telescope.

It was the same broadside that cost old Pew eyes peaked.

The young doctor was quite fresh, but he was hanged like the others.

As he joined Blackbeard...

Good morning, sir.

This is a drinking establishment, young gentleman. Are you looking for a drink?

- In this tavern binoculars? - Yes, my boy.

Rome is good enough for us old sjöbjörnar, but for you...

My old lady over there... Come here, honey.

She's making something good and tender to the laws of her hemöar.

Thank you, ma'am.

Mrs. Silver does not speak our language.

- Are you Mr. Silver, sir? - They call me Stekvändarn.

Or sometimes Long John.

But you know probably not what Long John does.

- No, sir. - It's a kannibalord, my boy.

Long John is what they call human flesh.

Do you think I'm going to eat you, my boy?

But the savages would probably think you were tender and nice. What is this?

The cannibals like to cook the meat slowly.