Silver: Return to Treasure Island
A rip-roaring sequel to Treasure Island—Robert Louis Stevenson’s beloved classic—about two young friends and their high-seas adventure with dangerous pirates and long-lost treasure.
It's almost forty years after the events of Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island: Jim Hawkins now runs an inn called the Hispaniola on the English coast with his son, Jim, and Long John Silver has returned to England to live in obscurity with his daughter, Natty. Their lives are quiet and unremarkable; their adventures have seemingly ended.
But for Jim and Natty, the adventure is just beginning. One night, Natty approaches young Jim with a proposition: return to Treasure Island and find the remaining treasure that their fathers left behind so many years before. As Jim and Natty set sail in their fathers' footsteps, they quickly learn that this journey will not be easy. Immediately, they come up against murderous pirates, long-held grudges, and greed and deception lurking in every corner. And when they arrive on Treasure Island, they find terrible scenes awaiting them—difficulties which require all their wit as well as their courage. Nor does the adventure end there, since they have to sail homeward again...
Andrew Motion’s sequel—rollicking, heartfelt, and utterly brilliant—would make Robert Louis Stevenson proud.
staggered, ground for an instant in the sand, and then, swift as a blow, canted over to the port side, till the deck stood at an angle of forty-five degrees, and about a puncheon of water splashed into the scupper holes, and lay, in a pool, between the deck and bulwark. We were both of us capsized in a second, and both of us rolled, almost together, into the scuppers; the dead red-cap, with his arms still spread out, tumbling stiffly after us. So near were we, indeed, that my head came against
the third night – the doctor and I were strolling on the shoulder of the hill where it overlooks the lowlands of the isle, when, from out the thick darkness below, the wind brought us a noise between shrieking and singing. It was only a snatch that reached our ears, followed by the former silence. “Heaven forgive them,” said the doctor; “ ’tis the mutineers!” “All drunk, sir,” struck in the voice of Silver from behind us. Silver, I should say, was allowed his entire liberty, and, in spite of
mysteries, have remained in my mind as clearly as the events I shall soon describe. I believe they taught me as much about the infinite capacity of things to be surprising—and a great deal about the power of beauty. 14 Land Ahoy! OUR PLEASURE IN traveling on board the Nightingale was more certain than our knowledge of how close we might be to our destination. This was because the captain kept such information to himself—which I thought was only sensible—while more and more often
repeated, much more quietly now, as if he were suddenly exhausted. In truth, he had remembered another way to enjoy himself with her. “By my reckoning,” he continued, “you need to look sharp and make it your trouble to know, if you want to keep your head on your shoulders.” With this, he pushed back the sleeves of his jacket, in a gesture Natty thought must be the prelude to his drawing a sword. But no. Rather than that, he proceeded to wrap his arms around her and lift her up as if she weighed
imagined she had seen her own soul set free from her body, so that it could act as a guide, and felt nothing else would ever frighten her. It was for this sort of reason, if reason is quite the word, that Natty decided she would not immediately return to the Nightingale and her friends. On the contrary. As her walk continued east, parallel to the stockade, she made a second judgment I have always found very surprising, but realize she believed must have been for the best. She persuaded herself