That I could, lad. Maybe someday I will.

Jim Hawkins:

I'm sorry your present didn't work out. Long John Silver:
Aww, Jim. Smollet sails by rules and laws. That's what being a captain is all about. Me, I sails by the stars. Jim Hawkins:
Stars? Long John Silver:
North, Jim. Find me north out there among them stars. Jim Hawkins:
[pulls out compass]
Well, that's easy... Long John Silver:
[takes compass from Jim and holds it overboard]
Ah yeah, but what if you don't have a compass? Jim Hawkins:
Long John, please don't drop it! It was my father's. It's all I have of his. Please... please... Long John Silver:
[hands it back]
I'm sorry, lad. I were only fooling. How old were you when he died, then? Jim Hawkins:
Seven. Long John Silver:
I were eight when my father died at sea. First mate, he was. Jim Hawkins:
My father was a first mate, too! Long John Silver:
Was he now? By the powers, what a coincidence! [points to the night sky] Long John Silver:
Now, Jim, that be Polaris, the North Star. Even in the China Sea, that's north. Jim Hawkins:
[points to the star]
North. Polaris. So, we must be heading southwest. Long John Silver:
Smart as paint you are, lad! Smart as paint! Now, that gets ol' Long John to wondering: why would we be sailing southwest? The scuttlebutt among the crew is that, um, we're sailing for buried treasure... and, uh, someone on board has a map. 'Course, none of my concern, Jim. I'm just a ship's cook. Such matters are best suited to Captain Smollet. He runs this ship, not I. Jim Hawkins:
Come on, Long John. You could captain this ship. Long John Silver:
That I could, lad. Maybe someday I will. [laughs]