Robert louis stevenson

Chapter 1 Jim Hawkins’ Story I 
My father had an inn near the sea. It was a quiet place. One day, 
an old man came to our door. He was tall and strong, and his face 
was brown. His old blue coat was dirty and he had a big old box 
with him. He looked at the inn, then he looked at the sea. 
My father came to the door. 
At first the old man did not speak. He looked again at the sea, 
and at the front of the inn. 
‘I like this place,’ he said. ‘Do many people come here?’ 
‘No,’ said my father. 
‘I’m going to stay here,’ said the old man. ‘I want a bed and 
food. I like watching the sea and the ships. You can call me 
Captain.’ 
He threw some money on the table. ‘That’s for my bed and my 
food,’ he said. 
And so the old captain came to stay with us. He was always 
quiet. In the evenings he sat in the inn and in the day he watched 
the sea and the ships. 
One day he spoke to me. ‘Come here, boy,’ he said, and he 
gave me some money. ‘Take this, and look out for a sailor with
one leg.’ 
He was afraid of that sailor with one leg. I was afraid too. I 
looked for the man with one leg, but I never saw him. 
Then winter came, and it was very cold. My father was ill, and 
my mother and I worked very hard. 
Early one January morning, the captain went to the beach. I 
helped my mother to make the captain’s breakfast. The door 
opened and a man came in. His face was very white and he had 
only three ringers on his left hand. I could see that he was a sailor. 
‘Can I help you?’ I asked. 
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The man looked at the captain's breakfast table.
'Is this table for my friend Bill?' 

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The man looked at the captain’s breakfast table.
‘Is this table for my friend Bill?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know your friend Bill,’ I said. ‘It’s the captain’s table.’
‘The captain?’ he said. ‘Well, they sometimes call my friend 
Bill the Captain. Is he here in the house?’
‘No. He’s out,’ I said. 
The man sat down and waited for the captain. Then the captain 
came into the room. He went to his table and sat down. 
‘Bill!’ said the man. 
The captain turned round quickly. His face went white. 
Suddenly, he looked old and ill. 
‘Come, Bill, you know me. You know an old friend, Bill,’ said 
the man. 
‘Black Dog!’ said the captain. 
‘Yes,’ said the man. ‘It’s me, Black Dog. I wanted to see my 
old friend Billy.’
‘Well, here I am,’ said the captain. ‘What do you want?’ 
‘I want to talk to you, Bill,’ Black Dog said. 
The captain looked at me. ‘Leave the room, boy,’ he said, ‘and 
don’t listen at the door.’ 
They talked for a long time. Then I heard them talking angrily. 
‘No, no, no!’ said the captain. There was a fight and then Black 
Dog ran out of the house. 
The captain’s face was white. ‘I must get out of here!’ he said. 
I ran to get him a drink. I came back and found the captain on 
the floor. His eyes were closed. 
Our doctor, Dr Livesey, came and looked at the old captain. 
‘He’s very ill,’ said the doctor. 
The captain opened his eyes and looked at the doctor. ‘Where’s 
Black Dog?’ he asked.
‘There’s no Black Dog here,’ said the doctor. ‘Now, Billy 
Bones, you must. . .’ 
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‘Billy Bones?’ said the captain. ‘My name’s not Billy 
Bones.’ 
‘Oh?’ said the doctor. ‘Oh, yes. It’s the name of a famous 
pirate.’ 
We put the old captain in his bed. ‘He must stay in his bed for a 
week,’ said the doctor. ‘He’s very ill.’ 
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At twelve o’clock I went to see the captain in his room. 
‘What did the doctor say?’ he asked.
‘You must stay in bed for a week,’ I told him. 
‘Too late!’ he said. ‘You remember Black Dog. He’s a bad 
man, but there are worse men than Black Dog. They want my old 
box. You must look out for sailors. You must look out for Flint’s 
men.’ 
Then the captain closed his eyes. 
But I didn’t look out for sailors, because my father died that 
night. I was too sad to think about the captain. 
A week later, the captain came down and sat in his usual chair. 
I went outside the inn and looked up and down the road. I saw 
another man on the. road. He wore a long black coat and he 
walked very slowly. 
‘He can’t see,’ I thought. 
The man arrived in front of the inn and turned his face to me.
‘Can you tell me, please, where I am?’ I told him. He listened 
carefully; 
‘You’re young,’ he said. ‘Take my hand, my young friend, and 
take me inside.’ 
He took my hand, He was very strong.
‘Now my young friend,’ he said, ‘take me to the captain. 
Quickly! I can break your arm.’ 
When the captain saw the man, he did not move. The man put 
something into the captain’s hand and then left the inn. 
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