Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, Fiction, Classics by Robert Louis Stevenson

When Black Dog and others return to confront Bill, Jim and his family flee their inn.

In his chest, they find little money and his secret. Not long after, Bill dies, the perils of a hard life finally catching up with him. On his deathbed Flint confided the secret location of his buried hoard of treasure, a secret Bill keeps in his sea chest. “Heard of him, you say! He was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer that sailed, Blackbeard was a child to Flint.” “You have heard of this Flint, I suppose?” I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards: I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat his hands ragged and scarred, with black broken nails and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty livid white. Taking to Jim, he pays the boy a silver quarter-penny a month to keep an eye out for a sailor with a wooden leg. Arriving at their inn is an old buccaneer, with a heavy sea chest, looking for a room and a steady supply of rum. Jim Hawkins, a young boy who lives and works with his parents at their isolated inn, the Admiral Benbow, on the Bristol coast is completely unaware that his life is about to be turned upside down. Full of adventure, danger and mystery, it is the story of a young boy and a pirate, each fighting to survive, surrounded by men whose greed has made them careless and dangerous. Composed as a story for boys, Treasure Island has been entertaining readers for over a century.

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, Fiction, Classics by Robert Louis Stevenson