Narrator: After many weeks, the Hispaniola visits a port in South America for supplies.It is a vibrant, colourful place and the music drifting from the bars in the townworks its magic.
Squire: Now then, young Jim. The Doctor and Mr Gunn and I have decided to takegood Captain Smollett ashore for a little鈥r鈥ocal entertainment.
Dr Livesey: All in the name of medicine of course, you understand.
Squire: You shall stay here in charge of the good Hispaniola. And we shall see you inthe morning.
Smollett: Keep your eye on that rascal Silver, mind.
Jim: Of course, Captain!
Smollett: Cast off!
Narrator: And away they go in a little skiff towards the harbour steps. Jim settles backon deck to soak in the atmosphere. Pretty soon he鈥檚 fast asleep, dreaming ofriches and his own good fortune.
Parrot: Stand by to go about! Pieces of Eight! Pieces of Eight!
Long John Silver: Button that beak, you pesky parrot鈥
Narrator: Jim wakes in an instant.
Long John Silver: No鈥o鈥eed to stir, young Jim. I be just鈥r鈥hecking the sails for鈥r鈥oths.
Jim: With a bag of gold, I see.
Long John Silver: What? Bag of gold? Agh! Now where the devil did that come from?
Jim: Are you running away, Silver?
Long John Silver: Now why should I be doing that, Jim? I gave my word, didn鈥檛 I?
Jim: I think they鈥檒l hang you soon as we reach home.
Long John Silver: Ah well, Jim. There you have it. In a nutshell. This be my only chance.
Jim: I should stop you.
Long John Silver: Aye, you should. But what if I promised to give up this pirate lark for good?
Jim: I wouldn鈥檛 believe you, Silver.
Long John Silver: Neither would I. I鈥檝e a black heart, Jim, a black heart. And you can鈥檛 change ablack heart without ripping it out.
Narrator: The old pirate leans on his peg-leg, his eyes beseeching.
Long John Silver: We been through hell and high water, shipmate, didn鈥檛 we just?
Jim: We did, Silver.
Long John Silver: Fate and fortune - we shared em both, didn鈥檛 we?
Jim: I think I鈥檒l get a little more sleep鈥
Long John Silver: And I鈥檒l just check these here鈥m鈥hese鈥
Narrator: Silver lowers himself into the little boat and gently gathers the oars.
Long John Silver: I鈥檒l say a prayer of thanks for ye, Jim. Every day.
Jim: You won鈥檛 pray, Silver.
Long John Silver: No, son. I won鈥檛. Ha, ha! You鈥檙e as smart as paint, Jim me lad. Didn鈥檛 I saythat? Smart as paint.
Narrator: And with that - Long John Silver is gone.
When the others return and discover he鈥檚 escaped and taken a bag oftreasure too - Jim acts the innocent. In truth no-one鈥檚 sorry to see the back ofthe old pirate.
After many months at sea, they arrive back in Bristol to a tumultuouswelcome. Over the next few years Jim and the others learn to spend theirgreat fortune wisely. But the memory of his adventure is never far away鈥
Jim: Of Silver we have heard no more. That formidable man with one leg hasat last gone clean out of my life. I dare say he met up with his wife in theend and perhaps still lives in comfort with her. It is to be hoped so, for hischances of comfort in the next world are very small. I never told a soul aboutthe true nature of his leaving.
At night sometimes I dream I am back on the island with the surf booming,and I sit bolt upright in bed with fear. I smell again the gunpowder, I hear theclash of cutlasses. I feel the knife burning deep into my arm鈥nd see thatpirate face disappearing into the deep dark water for ever. And last of all,before sleep claims me again, I see Long John Silver grinning down at me,and I feel his great arm thumping into my back as he laughs. And I hear thesharp voice of Cap鈥檔 Flint ringing through the years: 鈥楶ieces of Eight! Piecesof Eight! Pieces of Eight!鈥