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Squire and the doctor have asked me to write All I remember of Treasure Island from the beginning to the end. Time to put everything except the island is located. Where there is treasure, they're not yet found. I will go back to the beginning to the time when my father owned the Admiral Benbow Inn. It was then that the brown old seaman, with the scar across his cheek, came to stay with us. I remember this as it was yesterday. He came through the end door with a large sea chest on a cart. He was a tall, strong, heavy man, and with nut brown skin, he had a greasy black picked out that hung down onto his dirty blue coat. His hands were ragged with black broken nails and across his right cheek ran a sabre cut scar, a dirty, livid white. I remember looking around the coastline and whistling to himself that he sang out with a high cracked voice, an old sea song, 15 men on the dead man's chest, your ho ho and a bottle of rum