So in english we did Treasure Island, and we had to write a recount as a character in the story who didn't already narrate a bit. I did Billy Bones/the Captain, and it's the bit when he's coming to stay at Jimmy Boys (Jim Hawkins for those who don't speak Charlotte) Inn...
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'twas a fine morning when I left the Royal George for the Admiral Benbow. I had spent the past three years of my life sailing the oceans, jumping from ship to ship, using false name after false name. Every corner I turned, every town I visited, I was ready. My hand always resting on the hilt of my sabre, ready for a member of Flint's crew. My other hand I kept ready to draw my loaded pistol. This I would save for Silver. He was the cause of my troubles.
I had been a member of Flint's crew since I was twenty years of age. He had shown me the ways of the ocean. I had risen up the ranks until I became First Mate. On my first voyage in this position, Flint had introduced us to the new Quartermaster. John Silver was his name. In those days, he still had both of his legs. He lost it two years later, fighting against the King's men.
I rose over a hill and saw a wooden house in the distance. This was my destination. The sight of it brought back memories. It began in an inn like this one. He'd been up the previous night, drinking with other members of the crew. We were to set sail the next day, but Flint didn't rise in the morning. As first mate, it was my duty to wake him. I entered his quarters, calling his name. He was lying face down on his bed. I called again, then rolled him over. His eyes stared wide up at the ceiling, his mouth was wide open too, but no air entered, and none escaped. I was startled. My captain had died during the night.
My mind raced, I had to act fast. If I didn't, Silver, Pew and the rest of that bloodthirsty crew would take anything they could and leave Flint to rot. I grabbed his sea chest, climbed out the window, and jumped to the ground. I entered the back door, and, after a word and four gold pieces to the innkeeper, I was on a horse headed in the opposite direction. Flint's body would be properly cared for. Our stay had been paid. The rest of the crew would be so drunk, they would wake the next morning and not realize a day had passed. And me? I would be on my way to a distant island, somewhere near Spain. But I wouldn't search for the treasure. I would save Flint's map for someone more worthy of the treasure.
Coming out of my memories, I rapped on the door and called for a glass of rum. A young boy and his father came to meet me. I told them about 'myself'. It was a story that was almost exactly the same as the ones I had told other innkeepers. You can never be too sure. I changed details every time.
But this time, I made a decision. This time, I was 'The Captain'. This time would be different. This time I would stay.