Hiding in the apple barrel, Jack overhears a frightening conversation.
Script: We worked all night getting the boat ready. A little before dawn one of the men called out. “Time for our song.” “Aye, aye, mates,” said Long John, who was standing by, with his crutch under his arm. He began singing the words I knew so well: “Fifteen men on a dead man's chest—” And then the whole crew sang the chorus:— “Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!” I closed my eyes as the anchor rose. The Hispaniola was setting sail on her voyage to the Isle of Treasure.
