At twelve o’clock I went to see the

At twelve o’clock I went to see the captain in his room.
‘What did the doctor say?’ he asked.
‘You must stay in bed for a week,’ I told him.
‘Too late!’ he said. ‘You remember Black Dog. He’s a bad
man, but there are worse men than Black Dog. They want my old
box. You must look out for sailors. You must look out for Flint’s
men.’
Then the captain closed his eyes.
But I didn’t look out for sailors, because my father died that
night. I was too sad to think about the captain.
A week later, the captain came down and sat in his usual chair.
I went outside the inn and looked up and down the road. I saw
another man on the. road. He wore a long black coat and he
walked very slowly.
‘He can’t see,’ I thought.
The man arrived in front of the inn and turned his face to me.
‘Can you tell me, please, where I am?’ I told him. He listened
carefully;
‘You’re young,’ he said. ‘Take my hand, my young friend, and
take me inside.’
He took my hand, He was very strong.
‘Now my young friend,’ he said, ‘take me to the captain.
Quickly! I can break your arm.’
When the captain saw the man, he did not move. The man put
something into the captain’s hand and then left the inn.