Treasure Island

Drift into the world of Robert Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island," an epic tale brimming with hidden treasures and looming threats. This is the first couple of chapters in which we meet Jim Hawkins as he crosses paths with a mysterious pirate captain staying at his family's inn. So, snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams. 

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Speaker 1: 0:20

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Speaker 1: 3:17

I'm very excited about this episode, as I've been wanting to read from this book for a very long time. Every now and then, I get in the mood for a good pirate tale, and what is a more famous one than Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. This is the first couple of chapters and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. So snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams.

Speaker 1: 4:25

Squire TRULAN, dr Livesy and the rest of these gentlemen, having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace seventeen and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow in and the brown old seaman with the saber cut first took up his lodging under a roof. I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea chest, following behind him in a handbarrow. A tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his terry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred with black, broken nails and the saber cut across one cheek a dirty, livid white. 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 Fifteen men on the dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum In the high old tottering voice as seen to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of a stick like a hand spike that he carried and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard.

Speaker 1: 6:33

This is a handy cove, says he at length, and a pleasant, situated grog shop. Much company mate, much company mate. My father told him, no, very little company. The more was a pity. Well then, said he, this is the birth for me. Here you matey. He cried to the man who trundled the barrow Bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit. He continued. I'm a plain man. Rum and bacon and eggs is all I want. And that head up there for to watch ships off. What do you want to call me? You might call me captain. Oh, I see what you're at there. And he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. You can tell me when I've worked through that, says he, looking as fierce as Commander and indeed bad as his clothes were, and coarsely as he spoke, he had no of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike.

Speaker 1: 8:01

The man who came with the barrel told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the Royal George that he had inquired what inns there were along the coast and, hearing ours, well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest. He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope. All evening he sat in a corner of the parlor next to the fire and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken, to only look up sudden and fierce and blow through his nose like a foghorn. And we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be. Every day, when he came back from a stroll he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road. At first we thought it was the want of company of his own kind that made him ask this question, but at last we began to see he was desirous to avoid them. When a seaman did put up at the Admiral Benbow, as now and then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol, he would look in at him through the curtain door before he entered the parlour, and he was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present.

Speaker 1: 9:52

For me at least, there was no secret about the matter, for I was in a way a share in his alarms. He had taken me aside one day and promised me a silver fourpenny on the first of every month if I would only keep my weather eye open for a seafaring man with one leg and let him know the moment he appeared. Often enough, when the first of the month came around and I applied to him for my wage, he would only blow through his nose at me and stare me down, but before the week was out he was sure to think better of it. Bring me my four-penny piece and repeat his orders to look out for the seafaring man with one leg. How that personage haunted my dreams I need scarcely tell you.

Speaker 1: 11:07

On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house and the surf roared along the cove and up the cliffs. I would see him in a thousand forms and with a thousand diabolical expressions. Now the leg would be cut off, at the knee, now at the hip. Now he was a monstrous kind of creature but never had but the one leg, and that in the middle of his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst of my nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly four-penny piece in the shape of these abominable fancies.

Speaker 1: 11:43

But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, I was far less afraid of the captain himself than anybody else who knew him. There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head would carry, and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked old waltzy songs, minding nobody. But sometimes he would call for glasses round and force all the trembling company to listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing. Often I have heard the house shaking With yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, all the neighbors joining in for dear life With the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark, for in these fits he was the most overriding companion ever known. He would slap his hand on the table for silence all around. He would fly up in a passion of anger at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his story. Nor would he allow anyone to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed.

Speaker 1: 13:10

His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories. They were about hanging and walking the plank and storms at sea and the dry tortugas and wild deeds in places on the Spanish main. And storms at sea and the dry tortugas and wild deeds and places on the Spanish main. By his own account, he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea, and the language in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described.

Speaker 1: 13:48

My father was always saying the end would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannized over and put down and sent shivering to their beds. But I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time but on looking back they rather liked it. It was a fine excitement in a quiet country life, and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling him a true sea dog and a real old salt and such like names, and saying there was a sort of man that made England terrible at sea. In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us, for he kept on staying week after week and, at last, month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted and still my father never plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it.

Speaker 1: 15:01

The captain blew through his nose so loudly that he might say he roared and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such or above, and I am sure the annoyance and the terror he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death. All the time he lived with us, and unhappy death All the time he lived with us, the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang. From that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when it blew, I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself upstairs in his room and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter and he never spoke with any but the neighbors, and with these for the most part only when drunk on rum. The great sea chest none of us had ever seen open, he was only once crossed, and that was towards the end when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off.

Speaker 1: 16:30

Dr Lisey came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner for my mother and went into the parlor to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old Benbow. I followed him in and I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor with his powder as white as snow and his bright black eyes and pleasant manners made with the cultish country folk and above all with that filthy, heavy, blear scarecrow of a pirate of ours sitting far gone and rum with his arms on the table. Suddenly he, the captain that is, began to pipe up his eternal song Fifteen men on the dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum drink. And the devil had done for the rest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. At first I supposed the dead man's chest to be that identical big box of his upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one legacy-faring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song. We had all along ceased to pay any particular notice to the song. It was new that night to nobody but Dr Livesy, and on him I observed, it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily, before he went on with his talk to old Taylor the gardener on a new cure for the rheumatics.

Speaker 1: 18:26

In the meantime the captain gradually brightened up at his own music and at last slapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr Lycees. He went on as before, speaking clear and kind and drawing briskly at his pipe. Between every word or two the captain glared at him for a while, flapped his hand again, glares still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous low oath Silence there between decks. Were you addressing me, sir? Says the doctor, and when the ruffian had told him with another oath that this was so. I have only one thing to say to you, sir, replies the doctor, that if you keep on drinking rum the world will be soon quit of a very dirty scoundrel.

Speaker 1: 19:38

The old fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasped knife and balancing it open on theang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp knife and, balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall. The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to him as before, over his shoulder and in the same tone of voice, rather high so that all the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady. If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket, I promise you, upon my honor, you shall hang at the next of Caesar's. You shall hang at the next of Caesar's.

Speaker 1: 20:24

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog. And now, sir, continued the doctor. Since I now know there is such a fellow in my district, you may count, I'll have my eye upon you day and night. I'm not a doctor, only I'm a magistrate, and if I catch a breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece of incivility like tonight's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice.

Speaker 1: 21:11

Soon after Dr Lisey's horse came to the door and he rode away, but the captain held his peace that evening and for many evenings to come, that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs. It was a bitter, cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales, and it was plain for the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands and we were kept busy enough without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest. It was one January morning, very early, a pinching frosty morning, the cove all grey with hoarfrost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. Far to seaward, the captain had risen earlier than usual and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last time I heard of him as he turned the big rock was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr Livesy.

Speaker 1: 23:09

My mother was upstairs with father and I was laying the breakfast table against the captain's return when the parlor door opened and a man stepped in on whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale, tallowy creature wanting two fingers on the left hand, and though he wore a cutlass, he did not look much like a fighter. He did not look much like a fighter. I had always my eye open for sea-faring men with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled me. He was not sailorly and yet he had a smack of the sea about him too. I asked him what was for his service and he said he would take rum. But as I was going out of the room to fetch it, he sat down upon the table and motioned me to draw near. I paused where I was with my napkin in hand. Come here, sonny, says he. Come nearer here. I took a step nearer.

Speaker 1: 24:21

Is this your table for my mate Bill? He asked with a kind of leer. I told him I did not know his mate Bill and this was for a person who stayed in our house when we called the captain. Well, said he, my mate Bill would be called the captain. Well, said he, my mate Bill would be called the captain. As like as not. He is a cut on one cheek in a mighty pleasant way with him, particularly in drink. As my mate Bill, We'll put it for argument, like that, your captain has a cut on one cheek and we'll put it, if you like, that that cheek's the right one. Ah well, I told you. Now is this my mate Bill in this here house? I told him he was out walking. Which way, sonny, which way is he gone? And when I had pointed out the rock and told him how the captain was likely to return and how soon, and answered a few other questions, ah, said he, this will be as good as drink to my mate Bill.

Speaker 1: 25:34

The expression of his face as he said these words was not at all pleasant and I had my own reasons for thinking that the stranger was mistaken, even supposing he meant what he said. But it was no affair of mine, I thought, and besides, it was difficult to know what to do. The stranger kept hanging about just inside the inn door, peering round the corner like a cat waiting for a mouse Once I stepped out myself into the road, but he immediately called me back and as I did not obey, quick enough for his fancy, a most horrible change came over his tallowy face and he ordered me in with an oath that made me jump. As soon as I was back again, he returned to his former manner, half fawning, half sneering, patted me on the shoulder and told me I was a good boy and he had taken quite a fancy to me on the shoulder and told me I was a good boy and he had taken quite a fancy to me. I have a son of my own, said he, as, like you, is two blocks and he's all the pride of my heart. But the great thing for boys is discipline, sonny, discipline. Now, if you had sailed along with Bill, you wouldn't have stood there to be spoke to twice, not you. That was never Bill's way, nor the way of such a sailed with him. And here, sure enough, is my mate, bill, with a spyglass under his arm. Bless his old heart. To be sure, you and me'll just go back into the parlor, sonny, and get behind the door, and we'll give Bill a little surprise. Bless his heart, I say again.

Speaker 1: 27:26

So saying, the stranger backed along with me into the parlor and put me behind him in the corner so that we were both hidden by the open door. So that we were both hidden by the open door, I was very uneasy and alarmed, as you may fancy, and it rather added to my fears to observe that the stranger was certainly frightened himself. He cleared the hilt of his cutlass and loosened the blade in the sheath, and all the time we were waiting there he kept swallowing, as if he felt what we used to call a lump in the throat. At last, in strode, the captain slammed the door behind him without looking to the left or right and marched straight across the room to where his breakfast awaited him.

Speaker 1: 28:19

Bill, said the stranger in a voice I thought he'd tried to make bold and big. The captain spun round on his heel and fronted us All. The brown had gone out of his face and even his nose was blue. He had the look of a man who sees a ghost, or the evil one, or something worse, if anything can be, and upon my word, I felt sorry to see him all in a moment turn so old and sick. Come, bill, you know me, you know an old shipmate, bill, surely, said the stranger. The captain made a sort of gasp. Black Dog, said he. And who else?

Speaker 1: 29:14

Returned the other, getting more at ease, black Dog, as ever, was come forward to see his old shipmate, billy at the Admiral Benbow Inn. Ah, bill, bill, we have seen such a sight of times, us two since I lost them two talons Holding up his mutilated hand. Now, look here, said the captain, you've run me down. Here I am. Well, then, speak up. What is it that's you? Bill, returned Black Dog, you're on the right of it. Billy, all of a glass of rum from this dear child here, returned Black Dog. You're on the right of it. Billy, all of a glass of rum from this dear child here as I took such a liking to. And we'll sit down if you please and talk square like old shipmates.

Speaker 1: 30:11

When I returned with the rum, they were already seated on the other side of the captain's breakfast table, black Dog next to the door and sitting sideways, so as to have one eye on his old shipmate and one, as I thought, on his retreat. He bade me go and leave the door wide open. None of your keyholes for me, sonny, he said, and I left them together and retired into the bar. For a long time, though I certainly did my best to listen, I could hear nothing but a low gatling, but at last the voices began to grow higher and I could pick up a word or two mostly oaths from the captain. No, no, no and an end of it, he cried once and again. If it comes to swinging, swing, all say hi. Then, all of a sudden, there was a tremendous explosion of oaths and other noises. The chair and table went over in a lump. A clash of steel followed and then a cry of pain. In the next instant I saw Black Dog in full flight and the captain hotly pursuing, both with drawn cutlasses and the former streaming blood from the left shoulder. Just at the door, the captain aimed at the fugitive One last tremendous cut, which would certainly have split him to the chin had it not been intercepted by a big signboard of Admiral Bembao. You may see the notch on the lower side of the frame to this day. That blow was the last of the battle.

Speaker 1: 32:16

Once out upon the road, black Dog, in spite of his wound, showed a wonderful, clean pair of heels and disappeared over the edge of the hill in half a minute. The captain, for his part, stood staring at the signboard like a bewildered man. Then he passed his hand over his eyes several times and at last turned back into the house. Jim says he rum. And as he spoke he reeled a little and caught himself with one hand against the wall. Are you hurt, cried I Rum. He repeated, I must get away from here, rum, rum.

Speaker 1: 33:12

I ran to fetch it, but I was quite unsteady by all that had fallen out and I broke one glass and fouled the tap. And while I was still getting my own way, I heard a loud fall in the parlor and, running in, beheld the captain lying full length upon the floor. At the same instant my mother, alarmed by the cries and fighting, fighting, came running downstairs to help me. Between us, we raised his head. He was breathing very loud and hard, but his eyes were closed and his face a horrible color. Dear deary me, cried my mother. What a disgrace upon the house and your poor father sick.

Speaker 1: 34:03

In the meantime, we had no idea what to do to help the captain, nor any other thought, but that he had got his death hurt in the scuffle with a stranger. I got the rum, to be sure, and tried to put it down his throat, but his teeth were tightly shut and his jaws as strong as iron. It was a happy relief for us when the door opened and Dr Livesy came in on his visit to my father. Oh, doctor, we cried. What shall we do? Where is he? Wounded, wounded, a fiddlestick's end, said the doctor, no more wounded than you or I. The man has had a stroke, as I warned him. Now, mrs Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your husband and tell him, if possible, nothing about it. For my part, I must do my best to save this fellow's trebly worthless life. Jim, you get me a basin.

Speaker 1: 35:09

When I got back with the basin, the doctor had already ripped up the captain's sleeve and exposed his great sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several places. Here's luck, a fair win. Billy bones, his fancy we're very neatly and clearly executed. On the forearm and up near the shoulder there was a sketch of a gallows and a man hanging from it. Done as I thought, with great spirit, prophetic, said the doctor, touching his picture with his finger.

Speaker 1: 35:52

And now, master Billy Bones, if that be your name, we'll have a look at the color of your blood. Jim, he said Are you afraid of blood? No, sir, said I. Well then, said he, you hold the basin. And with that he took his lancet and opened a vein.

Speaker 1: 36:16

A great deal of blood was taken before the captain opened his eyes and looked mistily about him. First he recognized the doctor with an unmistakable frown. Then his glance fell upon me and he looked relieved. But suddenly his color changed and he tried to raise himself, crying Where's Black Dog? There is no Black Dog here, said the doctor, except what you have on your own back.

Speaker 1: 36:50

You have been drinking rum, you have had a stroke, precisely as I told you, and I have just, very much against my own will, dragged you head foremost out of the grave. Now, Mr Bones that's not my name, he interrupted. Much I care, returned the doctor. It's the name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance, and I call you by it for the sake of shortness. And what I have to say to you is this One glass of rum won't kill you, but if you take one, you'll take another and another, and I stake my wig. If you don't break off short, you'll die. Do you understand that. Die and go to your own place, like the man in the Bible. Come now, make an effort, I'll help you to your bed for once, between us.

Speaker 1: 37:51

With much trouble, we managed to hoist him upstairs and laid him on his bed. We managed to hoist him upstairs and laid him on his bed, where his head fell back on the pillow as if he were almost fainting. Now, mind you, said the doctor, I clear my conscience. The name of Rome for you is death. And with that he went off to see my, my father, taking me with him by the arm. This is nothing. He said as soon as he had closed the door. I have drawn blood enough to keep him quite a while and he should lie for a week. Where he is. That is the best thing for him and you, but another stroke would settle him.

Speaker 1: 38:48

About noon I stopped at the captain's door with some cooling drinks and medicines. He was lying very much, as we had left him only a little higher, and he seemed both weak and excited. Jim, he said you're the only one here that's worth anything, and you know, I've always been good to you, never a month. But I've given you a silver four penny for yourself. And now you see, mate, I'm pretty low and deserted by all and, jim, you'll bring me one noggin of rum now, won't you? Matey the doctor? I began but he broke in cursing the doctor in a feeble voice.

Speaker 1: 39:36

But heartily, doctor's all swabs, said he and that doctor there. Why? What do we know about seafaring men? I've been in places hot as pitch and mates dropping round with yellow jack and the blessed land a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes. What do the doctor know of lands like that? And I lived on rum. I tell you, it's been meat and drink and man and wife to me. And if I'm not to have my rum now, I'm a poor old hulk on a lee shore. My blood'll be on you, jim, that Dr Swab.

Speaker 1: 40:20

And he ran on again for a while with curses. That doctor's a fool, I tell you. If I don't have a dram of rum, jim, I'll have the horrors. I've seen some of them already. I've seen old Flint in the corner there behind you, as plain as print. I've seen him. And if I get the horrors, I'm a man that's lived rough and I'll raise Cain. Your doctor himself said one glass won't hurt me. I'll give you a golden guinea for a noggin, jim.

Speaker 1: 40:53

He was growing more and more excited and this alarmed me for my father, who was very low that day and needed quiet. Besides, I was reassured by the doctor's words now quoted to me, and rather offended by the offer of a bribe. I want none of your money, said I, but of what you owe my father. I'll get you one glass and no more. When I brought it to him, he seized it greedily and drank it out. Aye, aye, said he best, some better, sure enough it to him. He seized it greedily and drank it out. Aye, aye, said he best, and better, sure enough.

Speaker 1: 41:40

And now, matey, did that doctor say how long I was to lie here in this old berth? A week at least, said I Thunder, he cried. A week, I can't do that. They'd have the black spot on me. Then the lovers is going to get the wind out of me. This blessed moment. Lovers just couldn't keep what they got, want to nail what is in others. Is that seemingly a behavior? Now? I want to know. But I'm a saving soul. I never waste a good money of mine, nor lost it neither. And I'll trick him again, I'm not afraid of him. I'll shake out another reef, matey, and daddle him again.

Speaker 1: 42:23

As he was thus speaking, he had risen from bed with great difficulty, holding to my shoulder with a grip that almost made me cry out, and moving his legs like so much dead weight. His words, spirited as they were in meaning, contrasted sadly with the weakness of the voice in which they were uttered. He had paused when he got into a sitting position on the ledge. Before he could do much to help him, he had fallen back again to his former place where he lay for a while, silent. Jim, he said at length.

Speaker 1: 43:06

You saw that seafaring man today, black Dog, I asked. Ah, black dog, says he, he's a bad one, but there's worse that put him on Now. If I can't get away, no how? And they tip me the black spot, mind you, it's my old sea chest, they're after. You get on a horse, you can, can't you? Well, then you get on a horse and go to. Well, yes, I will to that eternal doctor swab and tell him to pipe all hands, magistrates and cinch, and he'll lay him aboard at the Admiral Bembau, all Old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on him. That's left.

Speaker 1: 43:54

I was the first mate, I was Old Flint's first mate and I'm the only one who knows the place. He gave it to me at Savannah when he lay a-dying Like as if I was too. Now, you see. But you won't peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that black dog again, or a seafaring man with one leg Jim, him above all. But what is the black spot, captain? I asked? That's a summons mate. I'll tell you if they get that. But you keep your weather eye open, jim, and I'll share with you equals upon my honor. He wandered a little longer, his voice growing weaker, but soon after I had given him his medicine, which he took like a child, with a remark If ever a seaman wanted drugs, it's me he fell at last into a heavy swoon-like sleep in which I loved him.

Speaker 2: 45:56

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