a wobbly rendition of that old pirate favorite:
â Fifteen men on the dead manâs chest â
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum !â
âThatâs another thing!â I snapped. âDonât they know any other songs? Itâs always the sameââ
âDevin, shhh,â said Jim. âListen!â
The song ended abruptly and there was a sudden and tremendous noise of guns firing and cutlasses clanging.
âTheyâre fighting among themselves!â said Frankie.
âAbout the treasure, no doubt,â said Jim. âNowâs our chance. Letâs hurry and catch them unaware!â
Paddling with all our might, we came up right alongside the ship. With one swift move, Jim severed the anchor rope, and the Hispaniola instantly started drifting in the current.
âGrab for the rope!â Jim whispered.
The shadow of the big ship swooped over us as the waves drove us toward it.
âI can reach it,â said Frankie. She gave me the book.
I stuffed it under my belt and held her steady.
The minute the anchor rope whipped over us, Frankie jumped and grabbed it.
âGot it!â she said. âCome on, you guys, climb up!â
All three of us made like monkeys leaping up a tree. We hauled ourselves up the rope just as the Hispaniola sliced through Ben Gunnâs tiny teacup boat, sending it bubbling under the waves as if it had never been there.
âThere goes our escape route,â I said.
Hand over hand, Frankie, Jim, and I wrestled with the twisting, whipping rope until we got to the top. We climbed over the railing and splattered onto the deck.
What we saw made us freeze.
Israel Hands, Silverâs most trusted man, was slumped against the mast, wounded.
Two other pirates were in an unmoving heap, if you know what I mean.
They had been done in by a long blade.
A blade held in none other than Handsâs own hands.
Chapter 15
Sidestepping the dead pirates, we went to see if we could help the wounded one.
Israel Hands was groaning softly to himself. When he heard our steps, he raised his head.
âSo,â he growled in the same raspy voice we had heard outside the apple barrel. âYou have caught me?â
âRed-handed, Hands,â I said, kicking his sword away. âAnd now you have to hand over control of the ship.â
He nodded slowly. âAnd so you become the new captains of the good ship Hispaniola !â
âI guess thatâs true,â said Jim, sucking in a deep breath. âWe are in command here now.â
âAnd to prove it,â Frankie added. âWeâre going to hoist the American flag!â
âBritish,â said Jim, glancing at us. âBritish flag.â
âOh, right. Thatâs a good flag, too,â said Frankie.
âPlus, we like the language you invented,â I said.
So when Jim pulled down the Jolly Roger and quickly ran up the nice happy British flag, we all cheered.
âWell,â said the pirate, âit looks as if I lostââ
âHands down,â I said.
The pirate sneered, hanging his head as if he was sorry. âI may as well help you sail the ship into the inlet so you can pick up your mates and head back to England.â
âSo, youâre going to give us a hand, Hands?â said Frankie. âCan we trust you?â
âPirates are double-crossers if there ever are any,â I said, squinting at the wounded man. âI donât trust him.â
But Jim pulled us aside. âHe looks badly hurt. There doesnât seem any way for him to fight us or to trick us.â
âI guess youâre right,â said Frankie.
I nodded. âI suppose he canât do too much.â
âAll right, Hands,â said Jim. âHelp us sail to the northern bay of the island. Come on, up with you!â
Hands hobbled around the deck and did as he was told. Soon, we were sailing the giant ship into a narrow channel just below the