“Come in, Jim,” said the captain. “You’re a good boy in your line, Jim, but I don’t
think you and me’ll go to sea again. You’re too much of the born favourite for me. Is
that you, John Silver? What brings you here, man?”
“Come back in my booty, sir,” returned Silver. “Ah!” said the captain, and that was
all he said. What a supper I had of it that night, with all my friends around me; and
what a meal it was, with Ben Gunn’s salted goat and some delicacies and a bottle of old wine from
the HISPANIOLA. Never, I am sure, were people gayer or happier.