Treasure Island Memorial
Takara Fansubs Translation: Shippothekit
Takara Fansubs Encoding: Bader
It was a small village of the West Indies.
Even if it wasn't a very big port,
it was famous for the many whalers
that landed there.
That was two years ago, if I remember correctly.
It was my third voyage
as a chief petty officer.
We made stops in this port,
and it's here that I heard this story.
A one-legged man! I couldn't believe my eyes!
He jumped on the back of the whale.
Yes, with one leg! While we, with our two legs,
trembled in fear.
He held on alone on the back of Blue Thunder.
Yes, Blue Thunder, that terrible lone whale
that no one has ever approached.
He brandished his harpoon like this!
And wham!
He aimed for the weak spot of the monster and planted his harpoon!
The stream of blood gushing from Blue Thunder
was so heavy that it seemed to dye the sea and sky red.
A single blow! A single blow from a one-legged man,
and the terrible lone whale was good to turn to lamp oil.
My name's Jim Hawkins. I'm the chief petty officer.
I heard your story just now.
You spoke of a one-legged man.
I would like to know the name of this man.
Is it by chance, John...
No idea.
That one-legged man didn't talk much.
On the ship, he didn't talk to anyone.
We didn't know his name or age.
But his hair was all white,
I'd say he was over 55 years old.
We was a strange guy.
Once near the island of Maratoran, East of Java,
he set off alone on a rowboat...
without saying anything to anyone.
Maratoran?
That's right. In any case, he remains the bravest harpooner
that we've ever met.
Thanks a lot.
Here. It's Jamaican rum.
Thanks for the bottle!
I didn't know if he was talking about John Silver.
I was eager to leave in search of this island...
One, two!
But six long years passed
before I could finally go there.
Once I arrived on the island,
I met the wife of the famous one-legged man.
He was a sweet and affectionate man.
I don't know his name
but I used to call him Evening.
Evening?
When it was calm,
he used to stare at the sea at dusk.
He gazed far,
towards the Southern Cross...
And then one day...
he was gone.
Where? To the sea, of course.
Like every sailor.
He returned to the sea.
I want to give you this.
This is...
Evening gave it to me the day he left the island.
- Keep it. I'm giving it to you. - Wait.
Wait a minute.
You mustn't give this to anyone.
You must keep it safe until you are old.
Right now, it seems strange to you, but one day
you'll understand!
Yes, one day, you'll understand how precious it is.
Evening left you it
to become a man, a true man.
You know, in his eyes,
this map was probably more valuable than his own life.
And he left it to you.
Now I was sure.
John Silver had lived on this island at one time.
And even if it was someone else,
there was a man there
similar in all respects to John Silver.
There remains a ship's log
That ends suddenly
The wind blows and turns its browned pages
Every sailor
Has no other cemetery but the sea
The clamor of the storm
Is their lullaby
A bottle of rum in their hands
They dream of coming home
The men
Continue on their journey
The men
Continue on their journey