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Silver: *standing with his hip cocked staring into the distance* Flint: Shit. Why is he just standing there?
Flint: Stupid, distracting, Adonis of the Sea.
Flint: What is he thinking about?Silver: I’m not pooping with him here.
To be honest, while making this I couldn’t stop laughing. In case you don’t get it, sailors would poop off he side of the ship. There wasn’t really a lot of privacy. In my mind, John Silver is a shy pooper and given how much Unresolved Sexual Tension (UST) there was between him and Captain James Flint… I wouldn’t be able to poop either.
Then I had to ruin things with a Happy Gilmore joke.