Treasure Planet2002

[Jim is brooding on the rigging after Mr. Arrow's death, moving a piece of rope through his hands, when Silver stands next to him smoking his pipe. After a long pause, Silver speaks.]

John Silver:
It weren't your fault, you know.

Jim Hawkins:
[sighs deeply]

John Silver:
Why, half the crew would be spinning in that black abyss if not for-

[Jim angrily tosses the rope he's holding off the ship and jumps down onto the deck next to Silver]

Jim Hawkins:
Look, don't you get it?! I screwed up! I mean, for two seconds, I thought that maybe I could do something right, but... [he then yells in frustration before standing by the mast away from Silver.] Just forget it. Forget it.

[He then places his hand on his forehead, while Silver looks at him with pity, before placing his own hand on Jim's shoulder to turn him around.]

John Silver:
Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes, you'll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of! And... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.