Tim Little - Audiobook demo - Treasure Island

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Description

This clip from the novel \"Treasure Island\" will reveal how I can bring a book to life with my voice.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland) North American (US Western)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the appearance of the island when I came on deck the next morning was altogether changed, although the breeze had now utterly ceased. We had made a great deal of way during the night, and we're now lying becalmed. About half a mile to the southeast of the low eastern coast, Gray colored woods covered a large part of the surface. This even tent was indeed broken up by streaks of yellow sand break in the lower lands and by many tall trees of the pine family, out topping the others, some singly, some in clumps. But the general coloring was uniform and sad. The hills ran up clear above the vegetation, inspires of naked rock. All were strangely shaped, and the spyglass, which was by three or 400 feet the tallest on the island, was likewise the strangest in configuration, running up sheer from almost every side and then suddenly cut off at the top like a pedestal to put a statue. The Hispano Leah was rolling scuppers under the ocean. Swell booms were tearing at the blocks. The rudder was banging to and froze and the whole ship creaking and groaning and jumping like a manufactory. I had to cling tight to the back stay and the world turned giddily before my eyes. For though I was a good enough sailor when there was way on this standing still and being rolled about like a bottle was a thing. I never learned to stand without a qual. More so, above all the morning on an empty stomach. Perhaps it was this. Perhaps it was the look of the island, with its grey melancholy woods and wild stone spires and the surf that we could both see and hear, foaming and thundering on the steep beach. At least, although the sun shone bright and hot and the shore birds were fishing and crying all about us, and he would have thought anyone would have been glad to get to land after being so long at sea, my heart sank, as the saying is into my boots. And from the first look onward, I hated the very thought of Treasure Island