Introduction
‘Tomorrow I’m going to Bristol,’ said Mr Trelawney. ‘I’m going
to buy a ship and find sailors. Jim, you and Dr Livesey are going to
come with me to look for the treasure!’
Jim Hawkins works in his father’s inn by the sea. One day an old
sailor comes to stay. He watches the sea and the ships. He is ill.
He is afraid. But what - or who - is he afraid of?
Very soon Jim understands, because the old man has a map. A
lot of people are interested in that map - and some of them are
very dangerous people. Jim Hawkins is going to meet them when
he sails in the Hispaniola to Treasure Island. It will be a journey
with many difficulties . . .
Robert Louis Stevenson was born in 1850 in Edinburgh, Scotland
and began writing when he was a boy. He finished his first
book when he was sixteen.
He went to many different countries in his life. He was often
dangerously ill and he wanted to find a place with warm weather
where he could live and do his writing. In 1888, he went by ship
to the Pacific islands, and after 1890 he lived on the island of
Samoa, with his wife, mother and son. The Samoans called him
‘Tusitala’ - ‘the story-teller’.
He wrote many different books and stories. Treasure Island
(1883) is his most famous book but Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
(1886) is also very well-known. Stevenson died in 1894 on
Samoa.
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Chapter 1 Jim Hawkins’ Story I
My father had an inn near the sea. It was a quiet place. One day,
an old man came to our door. He was tall and strong, and his face
was brown. His old blue coat was dirty and he had a big old box
with him. He looked at the inn, then he looked at the sea.
My father came to the door.
At first the old man did not speak. He looked again at the sea,
and at the front of the inn.
‘I like this place,’ he said. ‘Do many people come here?’
‘No,’ said my father.
‘I’m going to stay here,’ said the old man. ‘I want a bed and
food. I like watching the sea and the ships. You can call me
Captain.’
He threw some money on the table. ‘That’s for my bed and my
food,’ he said.
And so the old captain came to stay with us. He was always
quiet. In the evenings he sat in the inn and in the day he watched
the sea and the ships.
One day he spoke to me. ‘Come here, boy,’ he said, and he
gave me some money. ‘Take this, and look out for a sailor with
one leg.’
He was afraid of that sailor with one leg. I was afraid too. I
looked for the man with one leg, but I never saw him.
Then winter came, and it was very cold. My father was ill, and
my mother and I worked very hard.
Early one January morning, the captain went to the beach. I
helped my mother to make the captain’s breakfast. The door
opened and a man came in. His face was very white and he had
only three ringers on his left hand. I could see that he was a sailor.
‘Can I help you?’ I asked.
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The man looked at the captain's breakfast table.
'Is this table for my friend Bill?'
The man looked at the captain’s breakfast table.
‘Is this table for my friend Bill?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know your friend Bill,’ I said. ‘It’s the captain’s table.’
‘The captain?’ he said. ‘Well, they sometimes call my friend
Bill the Captain. Is he here in the house?’
‘No. He’s out,’ I said.
The man sat down and waited for the captain. Then the captain
came into the room. He went to his table and sat down.
‘Bill!’ said the man.
The captain turned round quickly. His face went white.
Suddenly, he looked old and ill.
‘Come, Bill, you know me. You know an old friend, Bill,’ said
the man.
‘Black Dog!’ said the captain.
‘Yes,’ said the man. ‘It’s me, Black Dog. I wanted to see my
old friend Billy.’
‘Well, here I am,’ said the captain. ‘What do you want?’
‘I want to talk to you, Bill,’ Black Dog said.
The captain looked at me. ‘Leave the room, boy,’ he said, ‘and
don’t listen at the door.’
They talked for a long time. Then I heard them talking angrily.
‘No, no, no!’ said the captain. There was a fight and then Black
Dog ran out of the house.
The captain’s face was white. ‘I must get out of here!’ he said.
I ran to get him a drink. I came back and found the captain on
the floor. His eyes were closed.
Our doctor, Dr Livesey, came and looked at the old captain.
‘He’s very ill,’ said the doctor.
The captain opened his eyes and looked at the doctor. ‘Where’s
Black Dog?’ he asked.
‘There’s no Black Dog here,’ said the doctor. ‘Now, Billy
Bones, you must. . .’
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‘Billy Bones?’ said the captain. ‘My name’s not Billy
Bones.’
‘Oh?’ said the doctor. ‘Oh, yes. It’s the name of a famous
pirate.’
We put the old captain in his bed. ‘He must stay in his bed for a
week,’ said the doctor. ‘He’s very ill.’
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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,