Treasure Island excerpt Demo.
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the appearance of the island when I came on deck next morning was altogether changed, although the breeze had now utterly ceased. We had made a great deal of way during the night, and were now lying becalmed, about half a mile to the south east of the low eastern coast, gray colored woods covered a large part of the surface. This even tint 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 Singley, someone comes. 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 spy glass, which was by three or 400 ft 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 on. The Hispaniola was rolling scuppers under the ocean swell. The booms were tearing at the blocks, the rudder was banging to and fro, and the whole ship creaking, groaning, and jumping like a manufactory. I had clean 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'd never learned to stand without a qualm or so above all in the morning, on an empty stomach. Perhaps it was this, perhaps it was the look of the island, with its gray, melancholy woods, the wild stone spires and surf that we could both see and hear foaming and thundering on the steep beach, at least, although the sun shone bright and hot in the shorebirds were fishing and crying all around us. You 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 Treasure Island. We had a dreary morning's work before us, for there was no sign of any wind, and the boats had to go out and manned, And the ship warped three or 4 miles around the 79 corner of the island and up the narrow passage to the haven behind Skeleton Island. I volunteered for one of the boats where I had of course no business. The heat was sweltering. The men grumbled fiercely over their work. Anderson was in command of my boat, and instead of keeping the crew in order he grumbled as loud as the worst. Well? He said with an oath, it's not forever. I thought this was a very bad sign for up to that day. The men had gone briskly and willingly about their business, but the very sight of the island had relaxed the cords of discipline