Treasure Island Narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
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I remember him as if it were yesterday as he came plotting to the indoor, his sea chest following behind him in a hand barrow, that tall, strong, heavy man, his Terry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hand ragged and scarred with black broken nails. And the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himself as he did so and then breaking out in that old see song that he sang so often afterwards. 15 men on the dead man's chest, he Oh ho ho and a bottle of rum in the high, old, tottering voice that he seemed to have been tuned in, broken at the cap stand bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a hand spike that he carried. And when he, my father, appeared, called a 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 sign board. This is a handy cove, says he at length and a pleasant steady I'd grog shop much company mate. My father told him no very little company. The more was the pity.