[A ship crash-lands on the Benbow Inn's pier. Jim rushes over and knocks on the door's window.]
Jim Hawkins: Hey, mister? Hey, mister, you're okay in there, right?
[A clawed hand slams against the window, startling Jim. The door opens and Billy Bones, a tortoise-like alien, emerges with a small storage chest.]
Billy Bones: [coughs, grabs Jim's collar] He's a-comin'. Can ya hear 'im? [extending his neck towards Jim] Those gears and gyros, clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!
Jim Hawkins: [nervously] Uh, hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?
Billy Bones: [lifting up his chest] He's after me chest. That fiendish cyborg, an' his band of cutthroats...! But they'll have to pry it from ol' Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore I-- [collapses, dropping the chest and coughing uncontrollably]
Jim Hawkins: Oh, my... Uh, come on, give me your arm. [holding him up] That's it. [helps Bones back to the Inn, with the chest]
Billy Bones: [weakly] Good lad...
Jim Hawkins: [drily] Mom's gonna love this.
Jim Hawkins: Hey, mister? Hey, mister, you're okay in there, right?
[A clawed hand slams against the window, startling Jim. The door opens and Billy Bones, a tortoise-like alien, emerges with a small storage chest.]
Billy Bones: [coughs, grabs Jim's collar] He's a-comin'. Can ya hear 'im? [extending his neck towards Jim] Those gears and gyros, clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!
Jim Hawkins: [nervously] Uh, hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?
Billy Bones: [lifting up his chest] He's after me chest. That fiendish cyborg, an' his band of cutthroats...! But they'll have to pry it from ol' Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore I-- [collapses, dropping the chest and coughing uncontrollably]
Jim Hawkins: Oh, my... Uh, come on, give me your arm. [holding him up] That's it. [helps Bones back to the Inn, with the chest]
Billy Bones: [weakly] Good lad...
Jim Hawkins: [drily] Mom's gonna love this.
[A ship crash-lands on the Benbow Inn's pier. Jim rushes over and knocks on the door's window.]
Jim Hawkins : Hey, mister? Hey, mister, you're okay in there, right?
[A clawed hand slams against the window, startling Jim. The door opens and Billy Bones, a tortoise-like alien, emerges with a small storage chest.]
Billy Bones : [coughs, grabs Jim's collar] He's a-comin'. Can ya hear 'im? [extending his neck towards Jim] Those gears and gyros, clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!
Jim Hawkins : [nervously] Uh, hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?
Billy Bones : [lifting up his chest] He's after me chest. That fiendish cyborg, an' his band of cutthroats...! But they'll have to pry it from ol' Billy Bones' cold, dead fingers afore I-- [collapses, dropping the chest and coughing uncontrollably]
Jim Hawkins : Oh, my... Uh, come on, give me your arm. [holding him up] That's it. [helps Bones back to the Inn, with the chest]
Billy Bones : [weakly] Good lad...
Jim Hawkins : [drily] Mom's gonna love this.
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