Treasure Island

SQUIRECHAPTER ITHE OLD SEA DOG AT THE-ADMIRAL BENBOW"TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest ofthese gentlemen having asked me to write down thewhole particulars about Treasure Island, from thebeginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearingsof the island, and that only because there is still treasurenot yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17 ,andgo back to the time when my father keptthe "Admiral Benbow"inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, firsttook up his lodgingunder our roof.I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came ploddingto the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in ahand-barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarrypigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; hishands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails; and thsabre cut across one cheek, a dirty,livid white. I rememberhim looking round the cove and whistling to himself as hedid so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that hesangso often afterwards:"Fifteen men on the dead man's chestYo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"[8J