Treasure IslandNervously, I clutched onto the map with both hands, being careful not to tear the old, delicate parchment. Pictured was a scribbled drawing of an island called Spyglass Hill, with a red X marked under a palm tree. My heart raced. I was only 14, yet I was going to go on a great adventure. Secretly, I stowed Flynt’s treasure map in my large, leather satchel, tied back my hair in a black ribbon and put on my tricorn, as I left the door of my mother's inn.

I realised I needed a crew so I headed down to the Bristol docks. They were dank and dark, but sitting amongst the smaller boats one stuck out: The Hispania. Regally, its bright sails shimmered in the sun, as the crew loaded on barrels of food and grog. I stepped onto the thick, wooden decks of the ship and approached the stern looking captain. Proudly, he stood tall at the ship's wheel and listened, enthralled and hanging on every word of my offer. We set sail that day.

The days on the seas were long and hard, and one man grew frustrated. One legged, Long John Silver was the ship's cook. He was a grizzled, awful man with a long wiry beard and black rotting teeth. His face wore the scars of battle and he was looking for another fight. After days of frustration, he drew his cutlass and fired his flintlock towards the captain. Like a savage beast, he ran forward with mutinous intent in his eyes.

I knew my days would be numbered if I hung around; Long John Silver was an opportunistic man, out for all he could get. Frantically, I searched for an escape route, diving into the icy cold sea below. I swam and swam, leaving the roaring battle behind me. In the distance, paradise awaited. Would I ever reach such a blissful place?

I opened my eyes slowly, exhausted from all the swimming. Feeling the soft, golden sand in my toes, I stood up. The sun beat down on me as I picked seaweed from my sodden hat. The island around me was small and deserted and in the centre was a hill, with a single palm tree. Could it be? I realised I had found Flynt’s treasure, but this was only the start of my journey.

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