Fun read of Treasure Island
English (North American)
Young Adult (18-35)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
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. A tall, strong, heavy man, his terry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred With black broken nails and the saber cuts across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking around the cover and listening to himself as he did so, and then breaking out into that sea song that he sang so often afterward. 15 men on the dead man's chest, yo ho ho! And a bottle of rum in that high old, tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped at the door with a bit of stick, like a hand spike that he carried. And when my father appeared, called 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 signboard. This is a handy cole, says he had length and a pleasant situated grog shop. Much company made my father told him no very little company. The more was the pity
Buddy, Fairy Godmother, Generation Y, Hippie (Hippy), Demonstrator, Amusing, Animated, Articulate, Confident, Eccentric, Mischievous, Charismatic