Narrator: Night falls on the blood-soaked pirate island. But Jim Hawkins cannot sleep.In the distance on the beach the pirates are drinking and singing round theirfire. In the stockade all is quiet, aside from the heavy breathing of poor,wounded Captain Smollett. Jim decides something needs to be done. Hedoesn鈥檛 know what - but he鈥檚 a boy who acts on impulse and thinks later.
So out of the stockade and into the night he slips. He heads down to the sea
- and now he knows what he鈥檚 up to. He remembers that Ben Gunn talkedof a boat that he鈥檇 made, hidden in a cave. If he can find it鈥im does find it -and soon he鈥檚 rowing out to the Hispaniola, which rocks on the tide.
The pirates have left just a skeleton crew - O鈥橞rien and Hands - two of thenastiest. As Jim approaches he can hear them arguing, then drunkenlyfighting. He ties his little boat to the Hispaniola - then cuts through the ship鈥檚anchor rope. Suddenly the ship鈥檚 drifting, and he鈥檚 drifting with it. There鈥檚nothing he can do, but lie back in the little boat and sleep.
When he wakes in the morning, the ship is lying still in a small bay at thefar end of the island. There鈥檚 not a sound on board. He pulls the little boatclose, and hauls himself up on deck. A terrible sight awaits him. O鈥橞rien liesdead: a spike driven through him. And Hands sits, mortally wounded, leaningagainst the mast. Last night鈥檚 argument has gone badly for both of them. Jimapproaches:
Jim: Permission to come aboard, Mr Hands?
Narrator: Hands wakes; mutters鈥
Hands: Drink, get me drink.
Narrator: 鈥nd falls back. Jim smiles to himself: he鈥檚 in command of his first ship! Andhe鈥檚 seen enough to know that with a bit of luck he might just be able to sailthe Hispaniola back toward the stockade and save the others.
He doesn鈥檛 waste any time. Soon he鈥檚 raised enough sail to catch the wind,he鈥檚 lashed the tiller and the Hispaniola鈥檚 heading in - roughly - the rightdirection. It鈥檚 all Jim can do to steer a course towards Treasure Island.Hands watches him constantly.
Hands: Drink! Get me drink! Wine - I need wine!
Narrator: This time Jim decides to get him some.
Jim: Red or white, sir?
Hands: Hrumph.
Narrator: Jim heads below and finds some wine, then hearing movement on deckhe slips through the galley and peers through a grating: what he sees ischilling. Hands has found a knife - and is slipping it inside his shirt. He鈥檚 notas wounded as he makes out. Jim grabs a pair of pistols and stows them inhis belt, then heads back up on deck where Hands continues his pretence.But there鈥檚 nothing Jim can do - he has to sail the ship to the shore and prayHands won鈥檛 try anything.
He nearly makes it - but just as they reach shallow water, Hands jumps him.Jim dives out of the way, pulls a pistol and fires - but the powder鈥檚 dampand the gun doesn鈥檛 go off! Hands laughs and rushes him - Jim races awayacross the deck. Now the two chase each other until Jim reaches a deadend - Hands raises the knife to throw it just as the ship runs aground. Theship leans over - the knife misses. Jim climbs the mast to get away. Handsrecovers and follows. Jim climbs as high as he can go - Hands closes onhim, knife between his teeth. There鈥檚 nowhere else to run. Jim raises hissecond pistol.
Jim: One more step, Mister Hands, and I鈥檒l blow your brains out. Dead men don鈥檛bite, you know.
Narrator: Hands stops and assesses the situation. Then, like lightning, he draws theknife from his mouth and hurls it straight at Jim. It strikes, tears into Jim鈥檚arm, impaling him on the mast. Jim鈥檚 finger pulls on the trigger and the pistolfires. Hands is hit - he falls back away from the mast, crashing into the waterbelow. Jim鈥檚 killed him!