📔 Treasure Island

And he began to laugh again, and that so heartily, that, though I did not see the joke as he did, I was again obliged to join him in his mirth.

The wind blowing steady and gentle from the south, there was no contrariety between that and the current, and the billows rose and fell unbroken.

It was a long, difficult business, for the coins were of all countries and sizes — doubloons, and louis d'ors, and guineas, and pieces of eight, and I know not what besides, all shaken together at random.

The wind, serving us to a desire, now hauled into the west.

When did ever a gentleman o’ fortune show his stern to that much dollars for a boosy old seaman with a blue mug — and him dead too?

[…] I could hear nothing but a low gabbling; but at last the voices began to grow higher, and I could pick up a word or two […]

Just then, with a roar and a whistle, a round-shot passed high above the roof of the log-house and plumped far beyond us in the wood.

It was such a scene of confusion as you can hardly fancy. All the lockfast places had been broken open in quest of the chart.

“I make it a point of honour not to lose a man for King George (God bless him!) and the gallows.” The rogues looked at each other but swallowed the home-thrust in silence.

The bar silver and the arms still lie, for all that I know, where Flint buried them; and certainly they shall lie there for me.