Skull and Bones

Chapter 42

Silver slipped and skidded. He was barely upright and the notched, dinted cutlass was heavy in his tired hand. He took a grip of his crutch. The sweat was blinding his eyes, and Flint was grinning. He was pointing his blade at Silver's face, poised and ready to strike.

"Where shall it be, John?" he said. "Shall we take off an ear or two? Or a piece of nose?" Then he laughed. "Or shall we put out your eyes?"

"Cap'n!" cried Mr Joe, leaping forward with his cane cutlass.

"No! No! No!" cried Silver, and he beat the floor with the oak of his crutch. "None but me, say I!"

"But he'll kill you, Cap'n!"

"Aye!" said the men at his side, bristling with arms.

"Stand back, by God!" said Silver. "None but me!" And he surged forward again, and Flint laughed, and stepped aside from Silver's charge, all slippery smooth and easy, and struck a blow that sent Silver's cutlass spinning and ringing from his fingers, and Flint laughed, and laughed and laughed… and then blinked… and his face froze into hatred, and Silver looked at death, and raised a feeble hand against it, and

Flint's eyes went white, and Flint took a grip of his blade, and drew back to strike…

Boom! A heavy pistol thundered loud in the room, spitting fire and smoke and glowing fragments of cartridge paper … that and a lead ball that smashed into Flint like a horse- kick, and sank him to his knees, and then full-length, facedown on the floor, with Tom Morgan's cutlass still firm in his hand, and such a look of hatred on his face as froze the souls of those who saw it.

Silver gasped. He turned to see who'd fired. Mr Joe turned. They all did. They saw Selena, in swirling powder smoke, with one of Silver's own pistols held out in two slim hands. Her arms trembled at the weight of it, and she let it fall, to clatter and bump on the floor.

Silver looked at her, and looked at Flint's body, and drew a great breath, and had the sense to be honest, and grateful, and not a hypocrite blinded by pride.

"God bless you, my lass," he said. "He'd have slit an' gutted me!"

"John," she said, and her limbs shook in the dread of what she'd done, and Silver took her in his arms, and closed his eyes, and gasped and trembled.

No one spoke but Billy Bones.

"Cap'n!" he moaned, and hauled himself up on to unsteady legs, his face disfigured and raw. And he stumbled across to Flint, and knelt beside him. "Cap'n," he said again, and he raised Flint's limp hand and kissed it, and the tears flowed in rivers down Billy Bones's dirty cheeks.

"We got to be gone from here," said Mr Joe. "Too much noise!"

"Aye!" said Silver, and he wiped the sweat from his eyes and looked at the package and the porte-crayon on the little table. "But I'll bring them!" And he picked them up.

"No," said Selena, pushing herself away from Silver.

"What?" he said.

"No! I'll have none of it. And neither shall you!"

"What?"

"John! D'you want it to be as it was… between us?"

"Aye!" he said, from a full heart.

"Then listen to me! There's much that's gone wrong. We've quarrelled. We've lost trust. You've lied!" Silver bowed his head. "And you brought me away from London…" she looked down at Flint "… you and him together, for you're part of each other!"

"Never!"

"You are!" she cried. "You stole me like sack of goods! Both of you!"

"Not I, by thunder!"

"Yes, you! For you're as bad as him!"

"Cap'n!" said Mr Joe. "There's men in the street!"

"So what do you want, girl?"

"No! What do you want? Because if you want me — "

"Which I do!"

"It's Spaniards, Cap'n," said Mr Joe. "White-coats — them what we drove off!"

"Then here's my offer, John Silver," she said. "I'll go with you wherever you go, and I'll be your wife, if-"

Gunshots sounded from outside. There were voices and shouting.

"Cap'n," said Mr Joe, "they're coming back — driven back! We'd best be gone!"

But Silver wasn't listening.

"— if you give up this trade… and Flint's treasure!"

There came a rumble of feet and shouting in Spanish.

"They're in the house!" said Mr Joe. "Spaniards, with redcoats after 'em!"

"Redcoats?" said Israel Hands. "But they're hiding in the fort!"

"Not now, they ain't!" said Mr Joe, and muskets roared and a drum rolled. "It's a battle! We got to go!"

Then some fool, carried away with excitement, fired from within the room, followed by a ringing volley from outside and bullets thumping into the ceiling through the window, and men running to get out of the room and away.

But all Silver could see was her face. As Flint had done, he looked into his heart and saw what was important and what was not.

"Come on!" cried Mr Joe, beckoning furiously. For, other than Silver and Selena, the rest had gone, save only himself, Tom Morgan, and Billy Bones — who remained bent over Flint's body.

"The treasure!" said Silver at last, and he drew the porte crayon and the package from his pocket.

"Cap'n! Cap'n!" said Mr Joe, pulling Silver by main force towards the door, while muskets roared from the grog shop, and Billy Bones grovelled on his knees, sobbing in his grief, gently turning Flint over and stroking his cheek, and laying his arms across his chest. Then as Tom Morgan ran for the door, Billy Bones reached out and grabbed him.

"Gerroff you swab!" cried Tom Morgan. But Billy Bones gripped like a gorilla.

"Have you got two coins, mate?" said Billy Bones. "For to close the cap'n's eyes?"

Morgan struggled to be free, but looked down and shuddered at the sight of Flint's open eyes glaring up at the ceiling.

"Here!" said Morgan, finding a pair of English pennies.

"Thank'ee, messmate!" said Billy Bones, and crouched over Flint's body, laying the coins on his eyes, before clutching his own massive fists together in prayer. Morgan gaped, then ran. And Silver shook off Mr Joe's arm, who cursed and ran after Morgan, and then, with his crew gone, and Billy Bones blinded with grief, and none to see but Selena… Silver made his decision.

"Bad luck to it, say I," said Silver, in cruel remembrance, "for I was an honest man once, that never told lies, nor shot young lads, nor mad Scotchmen neither, nor betrayed my own kind to the enemy!" And he threw the precious papers to the floor. "Be gone!" he said, and put an arm around Selena, and made best speed after Mr Joe, into a dark room where men milled around in ignorance, not knowing where to turn.

"This way!" said Silver. "I knows this house. It's this way, then out the window in Jimmy's counting house. There's few buildings on that side, and then it's the woods."

"Aye!" they all said.

And soon the house was empty, for Silver and his men vanished into the dark, and the battle went in favour of the Savannians, who fought the Spanish, butt and bayonet, and drove them out of the grog shop and chased them down the street… leaving Billy Bones alone inside.

He sat all night next to Flint. He said whatever prayers he remembered, which wasn't many. He wallowed in melancholy, thinking of the wretched life that he'd led. He thought of Livvy Rose. He shed more tears.

At dawn, he sniffed and got up, and stretched his cramped limbs, and blew his nose mightily on his handkerchief. Then, thinking at last of himself, he searched the house and found a considerable sum of money, which he took.

Finally he went back to say goodbye, and felt the crackle of paper in Flint's coat when he picked it up to cover the body. There was something sewn into the lining. He opened his clasp knife. He slit the silk. He found a map.

Huh! thought Billy Bones. That bugger ain't no good. Not without…

And then his heart began to pound. For there, right next to Flint's left foot, was the oilskin package and the porte- crayon, nestled together like old pals. Billy Bones was amazed that he'd not noticed them before.