Narrator: On Treasure Island you might be forgiven for thinking a war was taking place.Anchored in the bay, the Hispaniola is firing her cannon deep into the woods.And through the trees, the pirates advance, muskets blazing. Oblivious tothe danger, young Jim Hawkins races through the undergrowth heading forthe Union Jack that flies bravely atop the trees. When he gets there, it鈥檚 arelief to find there鈥檚 shelter. A tall wooden stockade stands in a clearing - andinside it, his old friends Squire Trelawney, Doctor Livesey, Captain Smollettand a handful of faithful sailors, are fending off a full-blown attack from thepirates.
Jim: Doctor! Squire! Captain! Let down the drawbridge! It鈥檚 me!
Dr Livesey: Quickly, men, let the boy in!
Squire: Jim - we thought we鈥檇 lost you!
Hunter: Happen as still might unless we keep them muskets firing.
Squire: Ah, yes, good thinking my man. Repel the blackguards! A sovereign for everyman we put down!
Narrator: But the pirates give up the fight - for now. Jim and the others exchange news.It turns out that the stockade they鈥檙e in was built many years ago by CaptainFlint as a stronghold if ever he should be attacked. Squire Trelawney and theothers just beat Silver and the pirates to it - though they lost a couple of goodmen in so doing. They managed to salvage enough guns, ammunition andfood from the ship to keep them going for a couple of weeks but not muchmore.
Jim: So - we鈥檙e still outnumbered.
Captain Smollett: Aye - the laddy鈥檚 right!
Hunter: Who goes there? Stand or we fire!
Long John Silver: Flag of truce!
Dr Livesey: What do you want with your flag of truce?
Long John Silver: Cap鈥檔 Silver, sir, to come on board and make terms.
Captain Smollett: Cap鈥檔 Silver! Never heard of him. Who鈥檚 he?
Long John Silver: Me sir. These poor lads have chosen me to be their cap鈥檔, after your鈥esertion鈥ir.
Captain Smollett: Ha! Desertion! I鈥檒l show you desertion!
Doctor Livesey: Smollett! Smollett! We鈥檒l hear you, Silver. But just you mind, now.
Long John Silver: Why thankee, sir. I knew you were a reasonable gent.
Narrator: Captain Smollett and Long John Silver face each other sullenly. Each mansits and lights a pipe. Neither speaks until鈥
Long John Silver: So here we are all together like a happy family, in a manner of speaking.
Captain Smollett: If you have anything to say, man, say it and be off with you!
Narrator: So Silver lays down his terms. He wants the treasure - and he means tohave it. But he needs the map to find it. So if they鈥檒l just give him the map, hepromises to let them be and not to kill them all.
Long John Silver: A handsomer deal, you couldn鈥檛 look to get, now, could you?
Narrator: Silver smiles. But Smollett鈥檚 face is dark. He in turn makes Silver an offer.
Captain Smollett: Give yourselves up now, and I鈥檒l make sure you get a fair trial back home.That - or die here on the island. Now off with you mister Silver before you geta bullet in your back!
Narrator: Silver鈥檚 face darkened and his eyes grow cold.
Long John Silver: Give me a hand up!
Narrator: The Captain turns his back.
Long John Silver: Who鈥檒l give me a hand up?
Narrator: Not a man moves to help him. Silver has no choice. He crawls along thesand till he can grab hold of the porch and then hoists himself up against hiscrutch. Jim holds his breath.
Long John Silver: (Spitting) That鈥檚 what I think of ye! Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before anhour鈥檚 out I鈥檒l stove in your old block-house like a rum-puncheon! Them thatdie鈥檒l be the lucky ones!
Narrator: And off he stumbles into the trees.
Squire: Well said, Smollett! That鈥檒l take the wind out of his sails.
Jim: I鈥檓 not sure, sir - isn鈥檛 that the pirates now鈥?
Narrator: And before they can say another word there鈥檚 the scream of cannon balland the crack of musket ball and the wild swearing of blood-thirsty pirates asSilver鈥檚 men hurl themselves upon the stockade.
The fight is long and gruelling - and when it鈥檚 over, five more pirates lie dead;the rest are scattered. Smollett is badly wounded and two more loyal sailorsare dead too. Exhausted, Jim, the Squire and Doctor Livesey settle down fora grim and fearful night. Whilst, up on the hill above the stockade, mad BenGunn sniffs the air, listens to the island鈥檚 night time noises and begins to plothis revenge.