Treasure Island

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 Pig-tail 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. 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 Mans Chest,yo-ho-ho And A Bottle Of Rum ' Swashbuckling Adventure Awaits You In The Starry Knight Classics Edition Of Robert Louis Stevensons Timeless Pirate Tale. Whether For The First Time Or The Thousandth, Set Sail For Treasure Island, Embellished With Charming Illustrations By Brian T.