Jim's escape and Ben Gunn's coracle

2 Armed and alone, the doctor swings over the north paling at noon and heads for the woods

3 Alone by the woodpile, Jim crams the last fistful of ship's biscuit into his pocket

4 Jim Hawkins sits astride the sunlit paling, one leg already over, leaning toward the dark woods.

5 Jim steps out of the pines into a cool sea breeze.

6 Jim lies hidden in the bushes on the ridge of the spit and watches the anchorage.

7 Ben Gunn's tiny, lopsided coracle of crooked sticks and hide lies under a goat-skin tent

8 Jim's grey eyes reflect the distant Hispaniola as he plans to cut her adrift

9 Jim stands alone in black fog with Ben Gunn's coracle on his shoulder.