returned John . `` They 're a nice lot , ai n't they ? You say this cruise is bungled . Ah ! By gum , if you could understand how bad it 's bungled , you would see ! We 're that near the gibbet that my neck 's stiff with thinking on it . You 've seen 'em , maybe , hanged in chains , birds about 'em , seamen p ` inting 'em out as they go down with the tide . ` Who 's that ? ' says one . ` That ! Why , that 's John Silver . I knowed him well , ' says another . And you can hear the chains a-jangle as you go about and reach for the other buoy . Now , that 's about where we are , every mother 's son of us , thanks to him , and Hands , and Anderson , and other ruination fools of you . And if you want to know about number four , and that boy , why , shiver my timbers , is n't he a hostage ? Are we a-going to waste a hostage ? No , not us ; he might be our last chance , and I should n't wonder . Kill that boy ? Not me , mates ! And number three ?
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