Narrator: Three weeks after Jim Hawkins escapes the pirate gang with Billy Bones鈥檛reasure map, he arrives in Bristol on a hot Sunday morning. What a city.The gateway to the Oceans of the World. Tea, sugar, cotton, coffee, slaves -aye, slaves - fill the streets and the docks. The great masts of a dozen fleetstower over the quays. Sailors, travellers, the rich and the poor throng thebusy streets all of them hungry for money or food - or adventure.
Jim has a note - he must find a Mr Silver who will show him to the Squire鈥檚ship. Jim finds him all right down on the quayside - and there鈥檚 a shock, foras he comes up behind the man, he sees he has only one leg. Could this bethe pirate, so feared by Billy Bones?
Jim: Mister鈥 Silver鈥 sir?
Long John Silver: Silver? Long John Silver you be intending to say, I鈥檓 sure, and who may yoube?
Narrator: Jim stares up. Tall and strong, with a face as big as a ham, intelligent andsmiling, Long John Silver winks down at him. Jim relaxes - this man鈥檚 nopirate.
Jim: Jim Hawkins, sir. Cabin boy to the new ship.
Long John Silver: Is that so?
Jim: Squire Trelawney鈥檚 ship. Sir.
Long John Silver: Well, pleased I am to see you my boy. I鈥檓 ship鈥檚 cook - and now you鈥檙ecome, we must go aboard. Hop in now.
Narrator: With a graceful turn and a jump, Silver鈥檚 down into a little boat, untying therope and preparing to row. Jim joins him - and off they go into the teemingwaters of the docks. Silver rows strongly, the oars biting at the choppy sea,till at last they tie up to a ship - as pretty a schooner as you could ever wantto sail the world in.
Long John Silver: There she is, boy. Your home for the next year - if we鈥檙e lucky.
Jim: What鈥檚 she called?
Long John Silver: The Hispaniola. Does she please you?
Jim: Wow!
Long John Silver: First voyage?
Jim: First time on a boat, sir!
Squire: Ahoy, Silver!
Long John Silver: I鈥檒l soon make you a pirate, sailor.
Squire: Bravo, young Jim. Welcome aboard! The ship鈥檚 company鈥檚 complete!
Jim: When do we sail, Mr Trelawney?
Squire: Tonight, my boy, on the midnight tide!
Sailor: Heave, heave ho.
Long John Silver: Up you go鈥
Jim: Wo-ho!
Sailor: Put yer backs into it, ya bunch of milk-sops!
Narrator: Jim scrambles aboard, finds his hammock and stows his stuff.
Sailor: Mind yer heads you idle dogs!
Narrator: Then he climbs up the rigging to watch the ship being readied.
Sailor: Black powder twenty barrels!
Narrator: Barrels, crates, boxes, chickens鈥
Sailor: Watch what you鈥檙e doing with that goat yer scrawny no good landlubber!
Narrator: 鈥oats - the crew stow everything frantically below decks as the sun sets.
Sailor: Pull lads pull!
Narrator: And what a crew they are: men, women, pigtails, shaven heads, terrifying tattoos, pierced ears and tongues, hooks for hands, wooden arms;the whole lot representing every race, every nation, every colour in theknown world. Squire Trelawney appears at his side.
Squire: What charming chaps they are, don鈥檛 you think, young Jim?
Jim: Hello, sir. They look rather frightening to me.
Smollett: Aye, my thoughts entirely.
Squire: Captain Smollett - I don鈥檛 care for him. He does go on鈥
Smollett: I wouldn鈥檛 take a single one of those blackguards on a trip like this鈥
Squire: Told you!
Smollett: But then - I鈥檓 just the captain - my voice doesn鈥檛 seem to count for verymuch on this matter.
Squire: Now, now, Smollett. Beggars can鈥檛 be choosers as you well know. Everyone of these fine sailors has been hand-picked by Long John Silver himself. And as far as I鈥檓 concerned the man鈥檚 an absolute gem.
Narrator: As if on cue, Long John Silver appears in the hatchway below, grinning.On his shoulder sits a large green parrot, its button eye staring coldly.Silver takes off his hat in an extravagant salute:Long John Silver: If it please you good gentlemen, the provisions is stored and we be allship-shape and ready to cast off. Sir.
Smollett: Thank you, Silver. Prepare to cast off - forward and aft! All ashore who鈥檚going ashore!
Sailor: Steady, steady, let her be.
Narrator: Jim breathes deep with excitement, the salt-wind blowing his hair. Behindhim Long John Silver leans against a mast, and nods to himself, smiling.His parrot calls out: 鈥楶ieces of Eight! Pieces of Eight!鈥橳hat parrot鈥檚 cry would echo in Jim鈥檚 dreams for many years to come.