INT. STOCKADE - LOG HOUSE - NIGHT
Torchlight through the gaps in the logs. Five men crowd the doorway. GEORGE MERRY (30s) stands at their head, one fist closed.
JIM HAWKINS (14) sits against the wall. Nobody has bothered to tie his hands.
LONG JOHN SILVER (50s) leans on his crutch by the fire, filling his pipe.
SILVER
Step up, George. I don’t eat men.
Merry crosses the floor, presses something into Silver’s palm, and backs to the door.
Silver opens his hand. A round of paper, black with soot.
He turns it over. One word in charcoal: Deposed. On the ragged edge, a line of small print.
SILVER
Cut out of a Bible. Which of you fools cut a Bible?
