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SILVER. Well, don’t try and sit on my shoulder! POLLY. I’ll fly off and leave you and then you’ll be sorry! SILVER. You can hardly fly round the corner! POLLY. No? Well, just you watch me, Long John Silver. Just you watch! SILVER. Polly! POLLY. Take a good look, because you may never see me again! SILVER. Polly, come back! Come back, you ungrateful, doddery old dodo! (The SQUIRE enters.)
I beg your pardon?
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SILVER. Oh, nothing, sir nothing at all. I was just larking around with my parrot.
- (looks off)
- Oh, yes. I see.
- The one up in that tree.
- (projectile is thrown)
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SILVER Ow! Yes, that’s her, sir. Up there in that tree.
- My daughter said
- you wanted to have a word with me
- about a dog?
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SILVER. Only in a manner of speaking, if you follow my drift?
- Absolutely...
- What do you mean?
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SILVER. Long John Silver’s the name – and word is, you plan a voyage over the seas to the Caribbean?
- I do indeed.
- Tomorrow, on the afternoon tide
- if I can find a crew.
- (Conspiratorially)
- Between you, me and the gatepost –
- we’re after buried pirate treasure!
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SILVER. NojQuery112402538369111346712_1570954030858!!
- All very hush hush, of course.
- But I need twenty* strong hands,
- who’ll sail for a share of the booty
- and all the spotted dick they can eat!
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SILVER. Then count me in, Mr Squire Trelawney, sir! I’ll find you twenty of the saltiest seadogs you ever did see and all ready to sail before teatime tomorrow!
Really?
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SILVER. Man and boy, I’ve sailed the seven seas. If I can’t find them, no one can!
What a fortunate stroke of chance!
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SILVER. We’ll be there, sir. Don’t you fret!
- Then it’s a bargain.
- I look forward to welcoming you
- and your chums
- aboard the Hispaniola!
- (Extends hand to shake.)
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SILVER. You won’t regret it, sir!
(Spits into his hand.) It’s a bargain!
shakes a now reluctant SQUIRE vigorously by the hand.)
I’m sure it will all be very, er, jolly.
- Well, I’ll bid you goodnight.
- Shall we say two (2) o’clock tomorrow?
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SILVER. Two o clock it is, sir!
(SQUIRE exits.)
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