[Down at the galley]
That woman! That... feline! Whom does she think is working for whom?!
It's my map, and she's got me bussin' tables--
[sternly interrupting]
I'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain! There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy.
[They see a figure standing in a dark corner with a knife, whistling]
Mr. Silver!
John Silver [Silver turns around to greet the trio, revealing his mechanical arm, leg, ear, and eye]
Why, Mr. Arrow, sir! Bringin' such fine-lookin' distinguished gents to brace me humble galley? Had I known, I'd have tucked in me shirt! [tucks in his apron and chuckles while Jim observes his mechanical body parts.]
[whispering to himself, remembering Billy Bones's dying warning]
A cyborg!
May I introduce Dr. Doppler, the financier of our voyage.
John Silver [uses his cyborg eye to observe Doppler's suit]
Love the outfit, doc!
[Uncomfortably]
Uh... thank you. Love the eye! [Trying to divert Silver's attention] This young lad is Jim Hawkins.
John Silver Jimbo! [Holds out his arm for Jim to shake it, but there are five sharp tools instead of five fingers. Silver notices and switches it to a hand. Jim glares at the arm and Silver untrusting. Silver simply smiles and prepares a dish.] Ah, now, don't be too put off by this hunk o' hardware. [Switches from hand to small knife-like scissors. Slices up some shellfish into a bowl. Switches from scissors to cleaver to cut up some vegetables, but he does this without looking and almost cuts off his left hand. Has a shocked look and then just smiles again.] Whoa! Heh-heh. [Switches the cyborg arm from cleaver to three clawed mini-arms. Throws three eggs and cracks them into the bowl.] These gears have been tough gettin' used to, but they do come in mighty handy from time to time. [Switches his arm as he throws the bowl on top and fire comes shooting out for a couple seconds. Pours the stew into a pot set on top of an open stove and adds some salt. Takes out a spoon and tries it to see if it's just right. Has an approving smile on his face. Pours some stew into two bowls, one for Delbert and one for Jim.] Here, now. Have a taste of me famous Bonzabeast Stew.
[sniffing, and then tasting the stew]
Mmm! Delightfully tangy, yet robust.
John Silver Old family recipe. [Doppler sees an eyeball float to the top of the stew and yelps.] In fact, that was part of the old family! [laughs heartily] Ah, I'm just kiddin', doc. [Takes out the eye and swallows it.] I'm nuttin' if I ain't a kidder. [Sees Jim hesitating.] Go on, Jimbo, have a swig.
John Silver [Jim looks at the spoon again. Suddenly the top turns into a little pink face stuffed with the stew. The rest of the spoon does the same, revealing the form of smiling, pink blob. Turns into a straw and devours the rest of the stew in a flash.]
Morph! You jiggle-headed blob o' mischief! So that's where you was hidin'!
[Morph peeks over the top of the bowl, chatters, then belches. He floats up and rubs against Jim's cheek.]
Heh. What is that thing?
[imitating Jim]
"What is that thing?"
John Silver [Jim touches Morph, who then shapeshifts into a miniature version of Jim.]
He's... a Morph. I rescued the little shapeshifter on Proteus One.
John Silver [Morph transforms back and floats over the Silver; they cuddle each other.]
Aw, he took a shine to me. We've been together ever since.
[Bell rings up on deck.]
We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?
[thrilled]
Would I?! Does an active galactic nucleus have superluminal jets?! [awkward silence] I'll follow you.
[Jim starts to follow them out, but is stopped by Arrow.]
Mr. Hawkins will stay here, in your charge, Mr. Silver.
John Silver [spits out the stew, surprised]
Beggin' your pardon, sir, but, uh--
Captain's orders! See to it the new cabin boy's kept busy.
John Silver [Both Jim and Silver attempt to protest, giving up simultaneously as Arrow departs.]
So... Cap'n's put you with me, eh? [walks around Jim]
John Silver [smiles and starts to prepare another dish.]
Ah, who be a humble cyborg to argue with a Cap'n?
Yeah... [Grabs a purp from a barrel and starts to walk around.] Ya know... These purps, they're kinda like the ones back home... On Montressor. Ya ever been there?
John Silver Ah... Can't says I have, Jimbo.
[taking a bite out of the purp]
Come to think of it, just before I left, I met this old guy who was, uh... He was kind of looking for a cyborg buddy of his.
John Silver Is that so?
Yeah. What was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones?
John Silver Bones? BONES? ...Eh, 'tain't ringin' any bells. Must've been a different cyborg. There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port.
John Silver Ah, 'tis a grand day for sailing, Cap'n. And look at you! You're as trim and as bonnie as a sloop with new sails and a fresh coat of paint!
You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, Silver!
[turns into a miniature Captain Amelia and mockingly imitates her]
Spaceport floozies, spaceport floozies!
John Silver [hurriedly hides Morph under his hat]
Aw, you cut me to the quick, Captain. I speaks nuttin' but me heart at all times-
[starts raising Silver's hat, this time imitating Silver]
Nuttin' but me heart!
Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business.
Why? You got something to hide, bright-eyes?
[Angered, Scroop snatches Jim up.]
Maybe your ears don't work so well.
Yeah. [grunts] Too bad my nose works just fine.
Why, you impudent little...!
[Scroop slams Jim against the mast. Members of the crew gather to egg him on.]
Go ahead! Slice him, dice him!
[holding a claw to Jim's throat]
Any last words, cabin boy?
John Silver [grabs Scroop's claw]
Mr. Scroop... you ever see what happens to a fresh purp when you squeeze real hard? [he squeezes Scroop's claw, making him gasp in pain and drop Jim]
[approaching]
What's all this, then? You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on this ship. Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. [glares at Scroop] Am I clear, Mr. Scroop?
[glares at Mr. Arrow, but is given a warning scowl by Silver]
Transparently. [gives one last glare at Arrow as he and the other ship members leave]
John Silver Well, done, Mr. Arrow, sir! A tight ship's a happy ship, sir! [angrily grabs the mop and turns towards Jim] Jimbo, I gave you a job!
Hey, I was doing it, until that bug thing...
John Silver BELAY THAT!!! [hands Jim the mop] Now, I want this deck swabbed spotless, and heaven help ye if I come back and it's not done! Morph? [Morph appears] Keep an eye on this pup, let me know if there be anymore distractions.
OK. Aye-yie! [Morph's eyes become big as he stares at Jim while he mops]
[After Jim's argument with Scroop, Jim continues mopping the deck while Morph keeps an eye on him]
Well, this has been a fun day, huh? Makin' new friends, like that spider psycho.
[turns into a miniature version of Scroop and tiptoes towards Jim creepily]
Spider psycho. Spider psycho.
John Silver [Morph shrugs] [Morph turns back to normal when John Silver walks on the deck to dump out the trash]
Well, thank heavens to little miracles. Up here for an hour, and the deck's still in one piece.
Um... look, I... what you did, thanks.
John Silver [looks at him sympathetically]
Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully? [Jim looks away] Your father not the teachin' sort?
No. He was more the taking-off-and-never-coming-back sort.
John Silver [sympathetically]
Oh... Sorry, lad.
Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine.
John Silver Is that so? [smirks] Well, since the Captain has put you in my charge, like it or not, I'll be pounding a few skills into that thick head of yours to keep you out of trouble.
John Silver From now on, I'm not lettin' you out of me sight!
John Silver You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your BUM without my say-so!
John Silver Oh, you can be sure of that, lad! You can be sure of that! [laughs]
John Silver [Jim is brooding on the rigging after Mr. Arrow's death, moving a piece of rope through his hands, when Silver stands next to him smoking his pipe. After a long pause, Silver speaks.]
It weren't your fault, you know.
John Silver Why, half the crew would be spinning in that black abyss if not for-
[Jim angrily tosses the rope he's holding off the ship and jumps down onto the deck next to Silver]
Look, don't you get it?! I screwed up! I mean, for two seconds, I thought that maybe I could do something right, but... [he then yells in frustration before standing by the mast away from Silver.] Just forget it. Forget it.
John Silver [He then places his hand on his forehead, while Silver looks at him with pity, before placing his own hand on Jim's shoulder to turn him around.]
Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes, you'll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of! And... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.
BM Birdbrain Mary
[Silver and some of the crew are privately plotting over mutiny. Unbeknownst to them, Jim is watching from within a barrel of fruit.]
Look, all I'm saying is, we're sick of all this waiting!
So, there's only three of them left.
John Silver We don't move we got the treasure in hand!
I say we kill them all now.
John Silver [grabs him by the neck angrily]
"I say"?! What's this "I say"?! Disobey my orders again, like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me, you'll be JOINING HIM! [throws him at the barrel]
Strong talk... but I know otherwise.
S Silver
[He reaches into the barrel. Jim passes him a purp to avoid being discovered.]
You got something to say, Scroop?
[smiles sinisterly]
It's that boy. [Silver is unnerved] Methinks you have a soft... [pierces the fruit with his pincer] spot for him.
S Silver
[pauses, then regains composure]
Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one thing and one thing only - Flint's trove! You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some... nose-whiping little whelp?!
[In the barrel, Jim is shocked and hurt.] [taunting]
What was it now? "Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya..."
S Silver
SHUT YOUR YAP! I cozied up to the kid to keep him off our scent. But I ain't gone soft!
John Silver [John Silver arrives at B.E.N.'s to discuss a bargain for Jim's map, unaware that it's still on the Legacy]
Oh, this poor old leg's downright snapped since that game of tag we had in the galley. [sees Jim glaring at him; guilty] Whatever you heard back there, at least the part concerning you, I didn't mean a word of it. If that bloodthirsty lot thought I had gone soft, they'd have gutted us both. [whispers] Now, listen to me. If we play our cards right, we can both walk away from this rich as kings.
John Silver [chuckles]
You get me that map, and... [looks around to see if anyone's listening] an even portion of the treasure is yours! [holds out his cyborg hand]
Boy. You are really something. [walks around Sliver] All that talk of greatness? Light coming off my sails? What a joke.
John Silver Now, just see here, Jimbo--
I mean, at last you taught me one thing. Stick to it, right? Well, that just what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna make sure that you never see one drabloon of my treasure!
John Silver [angry]
THAT TREASURE IS OWED ME, BY 'TUNDER!!!
[very angry]
WELL, TRY TO FIND IT WITHOUT MY MAP, "BY 'TUNDER"!!!
John Silver Oh, you still don't know how to pick your fights, do ya, boy?! Now mark me: either I get that map by dawn tomorrow, or so help me, I'LL USE THE SHIP'S CANNONS TO BLAST YE ALL TO KINGDOM COME!!!
John Silver [Jim walks into the ship hold and finds Silver and Morph hastily untying a rope to a longboat to escape]
Morphie, we gotta make tracks!
[suddenly approaching Silver]
You never quit, do you?
John Silver Ah, Jimbo! I was... merely checking to make sure this long boat was safe and... secure.
Hmmm... [ties a knot in a way that Silver taught him] That should hold it.
John Silver [chuckles]
I taught you too well. Now, if you don't mind, we just as soon avoid prison. Little Morphie here... he's a free spirit! Being in a cage... it'd break his heart.
John Silver [After Jim and Silver stare at each other sympathetically, Jim opens the galleyway]
What say you ship out with us, lad.
"Ship out with us!" [turns into a pirate hat and lands on Jim]
John Silver You and me, Hawkins and Silver, full of ourselves, and no ties to anyone!
You know, when I got on this boat, [tickles Morph, turning him back to normal] I would've taken you up in that offer in a second. But... I met this old cyborg, and I taught me that I can chart my own course. That's what I'm gonna do.
John Silver And what do ya see off that bow of yours?
John Silver [chuckles]
Why, look at ya. Glowing like a solar fire. [on the verge of tears] You're something special, Jim. You're gonna rattle the stars, you are!
John Silver [Jim and Silver give each other one last hug and then Silver wipes the tears off his eye]
Got a bit of grease in this cyborg eye of mine.
[Morph cries and melts into a pool of tears]
Oh... Hey, Morph, I'll see ya 'round, okay?
"See ya 'round?" [turns back to normal and licks Jim before he floats back to Silver]
John Silver Morphie? I got a job for ya. I need you to keep an eye on this young pup. [on the verge of tears again] Will ya do me that favor?
John Silver [Morph salutes to Silver, gives him one last cuddle, and floats over to Jim] [as his longboat is about to be lanched]
Oh, and one more thing! [throws a bit of Flint's treasure to Jim] It's for your dear mother, to rebuilt that inn of hers. [winks at Jim]
Stay outta trouble, you old scallywag.
John Silver Why, Jimbo, lad, when have I ever done otherwise? [laughs as his longboat is launched]
