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Classic Starts®: Treasure Island
Classic Starts®: Treasure Island
Classic Starts®: Treasure Island
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Following Sterlings spectacularly successful launch of its childrens classic novels (240,000 books in print to date),comes a dazzling new series: Classic Starts. The stories are abridged; the quality is complete. Classic Starts treats the worlds beloved tales (and children) with the respect they deserve--all at an incomparable price.

Pirates, buried treasure, and action aplenty--thats whats served up in this fine story, mates, and kids will eat it up. After Jim Hawkins finds the map to a mysterious treasure, he sets sail in search of the fortune. Little does he realize hes boarded a pirate ship, and that surprises and danger await him...including a meeting with the inforgettable Long John Silver.
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Release dateDec 7, 2010
ISBN9781402786907
Classic Starts®: Treasure Island
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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh in 1850, the only son of an engineer, Thomas Stevenson. Despite a lifetime of poor health, Stevenson was a keen traveller, and his first book An Inland Voyage (1878) recounted a canoe tour of France and Belgium. In 1880, he married an American divorcee, Fanny Osbourne, and there followed Stevenson's most productive period, in which he wrote, amongst other books, Treasure Island (1883), The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and Kidnapped (both 1886). In 1888, Stevenson left Britain in search of a more salubrious climate, settling in Samoa, where he died in 1894.

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    Classic Starts® - Robert Louis Stevenson

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    Treasure Island

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    Retold from the Robert Louis Stevenson

    original by Chris Tait

    Illustrated by Lucy Corvino

    9781402786907_int_00i-154_0002_002

    STERLING and the distinctive Sterling logo are registered trademarks of

    Sterling Publishing Co., Inc.

    Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

    Tait, Chris.

       Treasure Island / abridged by Chris Tait; illustrated by Lucy Corvino; retold from the original author, Robert Louis Stevenson.

          p. cm.—(Classic starts)

       Summary: While going through the possessions of a deceased guest who owed them money, the mistress of the inn and her son find a treasure map that leads to a pirate fortune as well as great danger.

       ISBN 1-4027-1318-5

       [1. Buried treasure—Fiction. 2. Pirates—Fiction. 3. Adventure and adventurers— Fiction.] I. Corvino, Lucy, ill. II. Stevenson, Robert Louis.

       Treasure Island. III. Title. IV. Series.

       PZ7.T1289Tr 2004

       [Fic]—dc22

    2004014666

    10 12 14 16 18 20 19 17 15 13 11

    Published by Sterling Publishing Co., Inc.

    387 Park Avenue South, New York, NY 10016

    Copyright © 2005 by Chris Tait

    Illustrations copyright © 2005 by Lucy Corvino

    Distributed in Canada by Sterling Publishing

    c/o Canadian Manda Group, 165 Dufferin Street

    Toronto, Ontario, Canada M6K 3H6

    Distributed in the United Kingdom by GMC Distribution Services,

    Castle Place, 166 High Street, Lewes, East Sussex, England BN7 1XU

    Distributed in Australia by Capricorn Link (Australia) Pty. Ltd.

    P.O. Box 704, Windsor, NSW 2756, Australia

    Classic Starts is a trademark of Sterling Publishing Co., Inc.

    Printed in China

    All rights reserved

    Design by Renato Stanisic

    Sterling ISBN 978-1-4027-1318-7

    For information about custom editions, special sales, premium and

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    CONTENTS

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    PART I : THE OLD BUCCANE ER

    CHAPTER 1

    The Old Sea Dog at the Admiral Benbow

    CHAPTER 2

    Black Dog

    CHAPTER 3

    The Black Spot

    CHAPTER 4

    Blind Man’s Bluff: The Sea Chest Is Opened

    CHAPTER 5

    The Last of the Blind Man

    CHAPTER 6

    The Captain’s Papers

    PART II : THE SEA COOK AND MY

    FIRST ONSHORE ADVENTURES

    CHAPTER 7

    The Crew Is Assembled

    CHAPTER 8

    At the Sign of the Spyglass

    CHAPTER 9

    The Captain Has Doubts

    CHAPTER 10

    What I Heard in the Apple Barrel,

    and Afterward

    CHAPTER 11

    How My Shore Adventure Began

    CHAPTER 12

    The Man of the Island

    PART III : THE STOCKADE

    CHAPTER 13

    The Story Continued by the Doctor:

    How the Ship Was Abandoned

    CHAPTER 14

    The Doctor Continues: The First Day

    of Fighting Ends

    CHAPTER 15

    Jim Resumes the Story: The Garrison

    in the Stockade

    CHAPTER 16

    The Attack

    PART IV: MY SEA ADVENTURE

    CHAPTER 17

    How My Sea Adventure Began

    CHAPTER 18

    My Cruise in a Coracle

    CHAPTER 19

    I Strike the Jolly Roger and Let Israel

    Hands Lend a Hand

    CHAPTER 20

    Pieces of Eight

    PART V: CAPTAIN SILVER

    CHAPTER 21

    In the Enemy’s Camp

    CHAPTER 22

    The Black Spot Returns

    CHAPTER 23

    On Parole

    CHAPTER 24

    The Treasure Hunt—Flint’s Pointer

    CHAPTER 25

    The Voice Among the Trees

    CHAPTER 26

    A Fond Farewell—We Make Our Way Home

    What Do You Think?

    Afterword

    Classic Starts™ Library

    PART I : THE OLD BUCCANEER

    CHAPTER 1

    The Old Sea Dog at the

    Admiral Benbow

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    A great number of people have asked me to write down the whole story of Treasure Island, and that I shall do. But I will leave out the location of the island, because the treasure is still out there. The story begins back when my father was running an inn called the Admiral Benbow. The night was bitter, and we could hear a howling wind outside when the old seaman with a scarred face first made his way through our door.

    In he blew, a strange sight with his sea chest being dragged behind him in a wheelbarrow. He was strong and tall, with nut-brown skin and a blackened pigtail hanging over a dirty blue coat. In fact, everything about him looked dirty, including his hands and nails. The whiteness of the scar that spread across his cheek stood out against his grimy skin. He whistled and sang a song I would hear many times:

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    "Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest . . .

    Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

    After the man rapped his heavy stick on the floor, my father appeared. Our guest seemed not to notice him at first, so busy was he at looking around our inn.

    A handy cove, he said, and convenient too. Been busy lately, have you?

    No, my father answered, and that was the truth. Business had been slow.

    Well, then, he said, this fine place will do for me. Hey you there, he said to the man who pushed the barrow, I’ll want some help getting my chest upstairs. I’ll stay down here a bit. He went on in a gruff tone. I’m a plain man; bacon and eggs is what I want—and that view up there to watch for ships. You’ll call me Captain.

    He noticed my father’s doubting look and threw down some gold coins, which he’d taken out of a small leather pouch. You let me know, he said fiercely, when I’ve worked through that! There’s more where that came from!

    Though he looked shabby and his manners were coarse, he seemed used to being obeyed. The man who carried his things told us that he had just come into port that morning and that he had asked for a quiet inn along the coast. That was all we could learn about our mysterious guest.

    He was a silent man who spent his days upon the cliffs looking through a shiny brass telescope out across the horizon. At night he would sit by the fire in our parlor. He would often not speak when spoken to and just as suddenly would blow his nose like a foghorn. Our guests kept their distance from him, as did I and my father.

    After his evening stroll, he would ask whether any sailors had come along the road. At first we thought he was lonely, but soon we realized that he was hiding from someone.

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