-1Sorry, if you have been reading this. I have been dead for some time. I forgot all about this story. I know if has been a long time. I will try hard to finish the chapters though. If you are reading this, I am so sorry. I didn't think that anyone read this…Well, anyway, enjoy.
Chapter 10: Being figured out
Two days passed by since the falcon had come. I had begun to think that the falcon was my imagination. Then, on night, it returned.
I was looking out of the cabin and was coming out to look on deck when all of a sudden, I heard her. She gave a slight screech. I ran to look for her.
I found her on a wooden chest above deck. I quickly put my arm out and whistled. She flew to my arm. The boat gave a wild swaying and she gripped my arm. I could feel her claws dig into my skin. My arm began to bleed. I ignored the pain and then kept walking to take her to my cabin.
When I got there, I let her fly over to the head post. She had a note on her. I took it off and read it. It just told me to find out the longitude and latitude of where we were going. I was happy that they had gotten the note though.
I took out a piece of paper to write on. I wrote:
"Dr. Livesey,
I have the coordinates, they are, ---- and ----. The island is located Southward of Treasure Island. I hope to see you soon, safe and sound.
-Jim Hawkins."
I folded the note and then put the note on the bird. The bird gave a small cooing noise as I did this. I grabbed the falcon and then smiled. I brought her above deck and hoped no one was watching. I let the bird go. She darted up into the sky. The flacon was invisible within seconds. I turned to go back inside.
I got inside and remembered my arm. The cloth was torn and the white was stained with blood. I took off the shirt. The cuts on my arm were bleeding. I tried to tend to them best I could. Anyone could tell that a bird had done it.
The next day I had some work to do. I put on a new shirt and then went out.
The sun boiled down on all of us. The day was long too. Sea Crow kept giving me side glances. I tried to ignore it though. His arm was fine now and he could now climb up the topmast with one arm. I hated that about him most. He had a show off side to him that would make everyone look.
Latter that day, I was to put the ropes into the chest. As I walked my last load over to the chest, I wasn't looking ahead of me, but Sea Crow stopped me. Well, it was more like he stood in front of me and then caused me to fall down.
I dropped the ropes and then looked up, Sea Crow stood over me and smiled. Then he said, "Jim, I see one of your arms have been laggen'. What is the matter?" He said it in a mocking way, his toothy grin showing daggers.
I gave him an annoyed look, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sea Crow gave me a thoughtful look then said in an agreeing tone, "Right you are Jim. I'm sorry, let me help you." He extended his hand out to me.
Without thinking, my cut up arm reached out for his. He clasped it and right away I knew. He then ripped my sleeve up to my shoulder. I tried to pull away, but it didn't work. He soon saw my arm and the cuts from the falcon. He gave me a smile then leaned down and whispered, "We'll see who is lying." He yanked me to Silver's cabin.
He didn't even knock; he only pushed me forward and then said, "Captain Silver, we have a traitor among board!"
Silver looked up. Then he looked at me, "What, Jim? How?"
Sea Crow smiled and then waved in my direction, "I think he has been sending messages."
Silver cocked an eyebrow at me, "Oh, and how? This is the middle of the sea."
Sea Crow trudged over to me and then grabbed my arm where I had been cut. He dragged me closer to Silver. Silver looked. He didn't say anything. Sea Crow then said, "They are fresh too, look." Then, for my pain and his enjoyment, Sea Crow put his other hand on my arm and twisted over the cuts so they would ooze the red liquid again. I made a small noise of pain.
Silver stood, "Jim, is this true?" He glared at me.
I looked down and tore my arm away. Then I said, "It was a gull, sir!"
Sea Crow hissed, "There are no gulls out this far boy! Why, you would have better luck saying it was Captain Flint!"
At the sound of his name, the old parrot said, "Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!" The bird fluffed his feathers.
Sea Crow looked at Silver. Silver then said, "It could have been Captain Flint. Jim was just covern' for the ol' bird, blamein' it on gulls."
I shook my head up and down. Silver turned to Sea Crow, "There! But just in case Captain Flint decides to go crazy again, keep Jim locked up. For safety." He then sat down.
Sea Crow gave a growl then grabbed my bloody arm. He was spewing oaths under his breath the whole time. He was so mad, he didn't notice the men sneering at us as we walked. I could feel my face go red as we did.
End of chapter 10. Any way, tell me if you all want a real story about this. I have an idea, but I think the story would be a little…twisted. I want to write it though anyway. You don't have to read, but you can if you want. Anyway, 5 more chapters to go!
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