| Treasure Island: The Classic 1883 Pirate Adventure with Original Illustrations Contributor(s): Rhead, Louis (Author), Stevenson, Robert Louis (Author) |
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ISBN: ISBN-13: 9798688941791 Publisher: Independently Published OUR PRICE: $11.69 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: September 2020 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Anthologies (multiple Authors) - Fiction | Action & Adventure - Fiction | Sea Stories |
| Physical Information: 0.43" H x 7.99" W x 10" (0.91 lbs) 204 pages |
| Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
| Publisher Description: Treasure Island is a pirate adventure novel that was originally considered a coming-of-age novel and written by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson. It was originally named The Sea Cook: A Story for Boys and published in 1883. Treasure Island narrates a tale of pirates and buried treasure, heavily influencing modern day stereotypes of pirates, including: treasure maps marked with an "x," massive ships, the Black Spot, tropical islands, and one-legged seamen with parrots on their shoulders brandishing swords. This beautiful reprint of the original story is unabridged and unedited, preserving Treasure Island for your reading pleasure. It makes a wonderful gift for the pirate-loving reader in your life or a wonderful addition to your library of action, adventure, and children's classic literature. Enjoy Excerpt: At first I had supposed "the dead man's chest" to be that identical big box of his upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the one-legged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Livesey's; he went on as before speaking clear and kind and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath, "Silence, there, between decks " Features:
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