Treasure Island

1·1 The grey stone Admiral Benbow stands alone between the coast road and the cold sea

1·2 A nut-brown seaman plods to the Admiral Benbow, his sea-chest behind him in a barrow

1·3 On the Admiral Benbow's threshold, the captain stares down over gold on the doorstep

1·4 Billy Bones stands on the cliff edge, sweeping the sea with a brass telescope

1·5 The captain offers the boy a silver coin to watch for the seafaring man with one leg

1·6 Jim Hawkins runs across a field as the one-legged monster of his dream leaps the hedge

1·7 The landlord backs out of the parlour as the captain's fist pins the bill to the table

1·8 The captain's sea-chest stands locked on the bare floorboards of the upstairs room

1·9 Lit by the fire's coals, Billy Bones leans over the table and shouts at Doctor Livesey

1·10 The drunken seaman springs up, knocking over his stool, and fumbles in his coat pocket

1·11 The drunken captain springs up with an open knife; Doctor Livesey answers calmly

1·12 Doctor Livesey, pipe held aside, steadily names the gallows over his shoulder

2·1 A January dawn: hoar-frost grips Black Hill Cove and the little grey Admiral Benbow

2·2 Jim freezes as a pale man with a maimed left hand appears on the threshold

2·3 Black Dog holds Jim back behind the open door, his cutlass hilt cleared, both listening

2·4 Billy Bones spins round, face drained, scar white — the look of a man who sees a ghost

2·5 Extreme close-up of Billy Bones's eyes, ringed with fear, a tear on the lower lid

2·6 Billy Bones reels against the table as Black Dog stands by the open door

2·8 As Black Dog runs, the captain swings a last cut that meets the signboard, not his back

2·9 Billy Bones lies senseless; Jim freezes with spilling rum as his mother comes running

2·11 The captain's bared forearm shows an old blue tattoo: Billy Bones his fancy

2·12 The doctor presses the captain down as he cries for Black Dog; Jim holds the basin

3·1 The lonely Admiral Benbow lies in January sea fog, a single warm window glowing

3·2 Told to lie a week, Billy Bones stares in fear past Jim at the ceiling

3·3 Billy Bones rises from his bed, leaning his whole weight on Jim Hawkins's shoulder

3·4 The dying lodger points at Jim, declaring himself old Flint's first mate

3·5 A hunched blind man in a tattered hooded cloak stops before the Admiral Benbow

3·6 The blind beggar's fist grips Jim's hand, leaving four white finger-marks

3·7 The blind beggar leads Jim into the parlour as the sick captain raises his head

3·8 The captain looks to the door, his face turned grey and sober in the glow of the coals

3·9 The blind beggar lets the black spot fall into the captain's closing palm

3·10 Billy Bones staggers, hand at his throat, eyes rolled up, just before he falls

4·1 Mrs. Hawkins confronts the men in the hamlet street, little Jim drawn up at her shoulder

4·2 Jim and Mrs. Hawkins walk the frozen road back to the Admiral Benbow under a red moon

4·3 Kneeling by the dead captain, Jim holds the black spot to the candle and reads it

4·4 Jim draws the string from the dead captain's neck and raises the captain's own knife

4·5 Jim's fingers lift a small iron key on a bit of tarry string above the dead captain's bared chest.

4·6 Mrs. Hawkins throws back the chest lid as candlelight strikes her face and Jim's

4·7 By candlelight, Jim feels the gold in a canvas bag beside an oilcloth bundle

4·8 Pew leans on the bolted door of the Admiral Benbow, a candle in the window above

4·9 Jim lifts the oilskin packet from the dead captain's chest as his mother stares

4·10 A thin ribbon of fog still hides Jim and his mother as they run toward the hamlet

4·11 Jim and his mother look back as dark figures with a lantern run towards them

4·12 Jim hides under the bridge arch while his mother lies senseless on the moonlit bank

5·2 A buccaneer bursts open the captain's window and bellows down at the blind beggar

5·3 At the broken window a ruffian shows empty palms; another kneels by the gutted chest

5·4 Pew brings his stick crashing down on the frozen road as his men move away

5·5 Furious, blind Pew strikes right and left with his stick in the moonlit road

5·6 Four or five riders gallop over the crest and down the moonlit slope

5·7 Blind Pew dashes from the ditch under a galloping horse as the rider wrenches the reins

5·8 Blind Pew lies face down in the frozen rut as the riders rein in up the slope

5·9 Supervisor Dance reins in over the blind man's body and leans down to the boy

5·10 Supervisor Dance hails the departing lugger as a shot flashes from her side

5·11 In the wrecked Admiral Benbow, Jim presses his hand to the packet in his breast pocket

5·12 Jim clutches Dogger's belt behind the saddle as the horse trots away from the hamlet

6·1 Three riders hurry along the coast road toward Doctor Livesey's dark house at night

6·2 Jim runs at Dogger's stirrup up the moonlit avenue toward the hall's glowing open door

6·3 Mr. Dance and Jim stop at the library door where the squire and doctor sit by the fire

6·4 Squire Trelawney cries Bravo! and swings his long clay pipe over the iron grate

6·5 Doctor Livesey slips the stitched oilskin packet into his coat pocket as Jim watches

6·7 Doctor Livesey snips the last stitch; out come a battered notebook and a sealed paper

6·8 The doctor flattens Flint's island map as the squire leans in and Jim stretches across

6·9 The chart of Treasure Island: brown ink, the Spy-glass label and three scarlet crosses

6·10 Candle flames tremble in the boy's wide grey eyes, already burning with sea and treasure

6·11 Over the map, the doctor points at the squire, who stops dead; Jim looks up at the finger

7·1 The squire's white hall stands in the sodden winter park, one warm window lit in the wing

7·2 The boy dreams of the island from above: vast, sweltering, empty, ringed with white surf

7·3 The Hispaniola rides at anchor in Bristol, two boats of workpeople alongside, deck empty

7·4 By the fire, Jim reads the squire's letter aloud, naming the one-legged seaman untroubled

7·5 Jim leaps up laughing at the letter; Tom Redruth sinks onto a chest, crumpling his hat

7·6 In the Admiral Benbow parlour, a clumsy apprentice stacks pewter pots, eyeing Jim warily

7·7 Close-up: a single tear breaks from Jim Hawkins' lashes in the Admiral Benbow parlour

7·8 Jim looks back at the empty bend where the Admiral Benbow stood as Tom Redruth strides on

7·9 Morning on the Bristol quay: a forest of masts; Jim and Redruth walk tiny along the water

7·10 In sea-officer's blue, the squire rolls out of the inn; Jim and Redruth stop short

7·11 Squire Trelawney flings his arm toward the masts, shouting to Jim, frozen at his feet

8·1 Bristol port on the last morning ashore: quays, masts, crowds, and a boy with a note

8·2 John Silver swings on his crutch between tables and claps a favoured guest's shoulder

8·3 Silver takes Trelawney's note from Jim and goes still; his smile stays, his eyes don't

8·4 The landlord's broad pale hand closes over the boy's beside the squire's unfolded note

8·5 Black Dog flings himself out the Spy-glass side door; no one in the room looks up

8·7 Long John Silver whispers to Jim about Tom Morgan, his grey eyes sliding past the boy

8·8 Holding his breath, Jim Hawkins watches the landlord pace the Spy-glass, suspicion awake

8·9 Long John Silver falls on a bench laughing till he cries, and Jim Hawkins laughs with him

8·10 On the quay, the one-legged cook names the ships' rigs and flags as the boy looks up

8·11 In a smoky tavern, the one-legged cook tells his story to the squire, the doctor and Jim

8·12 The squire grabs his cocked hat and calls Jim to see the schooner; the doctor rises too

9·1 Bristol roads from above: a small schooner lies alone at her moorings as a boat nears

9·2 In the Hispaniola's cabin, the tall captain shuts the door and looks across at the squire

9·3 Captain Smollett calmly lays out his three objections to the squire in the after cabin

9·4 Under the low lamp, Captain Smollett reproaches the squire: the secret has been blabbed

9·5 Captain Smollett leans on a chair-back and names the map, the crosses and the bearings

9·6 Doctor Livesey rises in the locked cabin, palm on the table, and names the fear of mutiny

9·7 Close-up: Captain Smollett rejects the word mutiny and takes responsibility for every man

9·8 Singing seamen pass powder kegs and muskets aft as Captain Smollett and Mr. Arrow watch

9·9 Long John Silver bounds over the Hispaniola's bulwark, already eyeing the powder kegs

9·10 Jim hurries from the brass gun as Captain Smollett's words to the doctor carry to him

9·11 Sent to the galley, Jim Hawkins looks back at the deck in silent, burning resentment

10·1 Before dawn, the schooner lies alone off Bristol, lanterns lit, as two boats approach

10·2 Lit by lanterns, Long John Silver throws back his head and strikes up the old song

10·3 At the third Ho! the crew heave the capstan; Jim joins in as Silver beats time

10·4 In the heeling companion house, the mate's bunk lies empty; a boy freezes on the ladder

10·5 The one-legged cook hands himself across the flooded waist as seamen look on, admiring

10·6 By the galley range, Long John Silver gravely touches his forelock in salute to the boy

10·7 The open apple barrel stands lashed in the Hispaniola's waist as cheerful seamen dip in

10·8 Jim Hawkins climbs into the apple barrel in the empty waist as the sunset burns out

10·10 In the barrel, wide-eyed Jim hears Silver and knows the honest men's lives depend on him

11·2 Jim, huddled in the apple barrel, hears the same flattery now spoken to another

11·3 The cook's huge hand grips the young seaman's, shaking the barrel where the witness hides

11·4 At Long John's whistle, Israel Hands sits beside Dick by the barrel where the boy hides

11·5 Silver points toward the bows and calmly appoints death; Dick and Israel Hands sit still

11·6 Silver leans from the barrel, finger raised, and votes death for the honest men

11·7 Silver claims Trelawney, closing his fingers on an imaginary throat, his face mild

11·8 Long John Silver breaks off his threat with a grin and sends Dick Johnson for an apple

11·9 Close-up: the boy's wide grey eyes in a chink of light, a tear caught in one corner

11·11 Huddled in the apple barrel, Jim Hawkins lifts his face into a cold shaft of moonlight

11·12 Moonlight pours into the apple barrel as the lookout's cry falls from above: Land ho!

12·1 Under full sail by moonlight, the Hispaniola sights Treasure Island and its three hills

12·2 Land by night off the Hispaniola: two low black cones and a higher one in fog

12·3 Long John Silver takes the captain's chart, eyes burning with greed behind his half-smile

12·4 Silver lays a broad hand on Jim's sleeve; Jim grips the rail, staring at the black island

12·5 Jim whispers his terrible news to Doctor Livesey at the Hispaniola's rail

12·6 Long John calls a second cheer for the captain; only a pale boy stays silent

12·7 Jim tells the squire, the captain and Doctor Livesey all of Silver's overheard talk

12·8 The squire, the doctor and the captain bow over raised glasses to the ship's boy

12·9 Squire Trelawney shouts in the low cabin while Doctor Livesey watches him

12·10 The three men draw together at the table's far end; the boy sits alone at the other

13·1 The becalmed Hispaniola lies off Treasure Island, open from end to end

13·2 Jim, at the backstay, sees Treasure Island's low grey shore for the first time

13·3 Long John cons the Hispaniola through the narrow passage while Jim watches him

13·4 From above, the Hispaniola lies alone in still water ringed by woods and summits

13·5 Dr. Livesey, at the rail in the stagnant anchorage, gives his verdict on the island

13·6 Jim stares at Long John singing and guesses at fear behind his cheerfulness

13·7 The captain, palms on the table, names to the squire the one man to rely on

13·9 Jim huddles under the bow thwart, looking back at the Hispaniola's black planking

13·11 Jim swings from the boat's bow on a low branch toward the shore

14·1 From the live-oaks the island opens out: marsh, plain, two-peaked hill and Spy-glass

14·2 Jim Hawkins leaves the marsh and sees a distant hill with two craggy peaks

14·3 Jim Hawkins crawls under a live-oak and freezes on the sand, listening

14·4 Hidden in the leaves, Jim looks down at Long John Silver pleading with Tom

14·5 Tom, crimson with heat and fear, swears to Long John he will keep to his duty

14·6 Alan's death yell crosses the marsh and marsh-birds burst up, darkening the sky

14·7 Close-up of Long John Silver's narrowed eye and smile as he names the dead man

14·8 Tom hurls his defiance at Long John Silver, who rests on his crutch in silence

14·9 Tom walks off toward the beach as Long John draws back his crutch to throw

14·10 The one-legged sea-cook stabs the fallen sailor again as a boy watches from above

14·11 Long John Silver blows a boatswain's whistle, eyes sliding toward Jim's hiding place

14·12 Jim Hawkins stops dead mid-run at the foot of the two-peaked hill, hand on his heart

15·1 Jim freezes among the pines as a shaggy figure circles to cut off his way to the boats

15·2 The shaggy islander kneels before Jim, who keeps his hand on his pistol pocket

15·3 Close-up of the islander's face behind his tangled beard as he says his name

15·4 Close-up of Ben Gunn whispering his three-year secret, eyes slanted to the wood

15·5 Close-up of the islander's face turned to stone with terror at Flint's men

15·6 Ben Gunn slyly presses Jim Hawkins for a last term; Jim answers with open palms

15·7 Ben Gunn breaks off his story, hand raised before his face, staring up at the crags

15·8 Jim and Ben Gunn turn toward the anchorage at a cannon-shot as birds burst up

15·9 Jim runs for the anchorage while Ben Gunn trots beside him, pointing the way

15·10 The Union Jack blazes above the treetops as powder-smoke drifts from the wood

16·1 The Hispaniola lies motionless in Captain Kidd's Anchorage, sails furled, no wind

16·2 Hunter stands in the cabin doorway with news that Jim has gone ashore

16·3 Doctor Livesey first sees the stockade: a log-house and paling in the noon heat

16·4 Doctor Livesey stands frozen by the spring as a death cry rings over the island

16·5 At a dying man's cry, Doctor Livesey freezes by the spring, thinking of the boy

16·6 Doctor Livesey points to the stockade on the chart; Captain Smollett's hand joins

16·7 Captain Smollett raises his pistol and drives back a head at the fore hatch

16·8 Jettisoned muskets and cutlasses lie on the sand below as a powder keg sinks

16·9 An open watch lies on Captain Smollett's palm, its second hand creeping

16·10 Abraham Gray, knife cut on his cheekbone, runs from the fore hatch to the captain

16·11 Captain Smollett climbs into the overloaded boat as the squire pushes off

17·1 The Hispaniola rides at anchor as the overloaded jolly-boat creeps toward shore

17·2 The overloaded jolly-boat heads due east across the ebb, her wake trailing west

17·3 From the jolly-boat they watch five rogues uncover the Hispaniola's long nine-pounder

17·5 Squire Trelawney aims his musket as his companions lean out to balance the boat

17·7 A wounded pirate crawls across the deck as Israel Hands and his mates tend the gun

17·8 The overloaded jolly-boat sinks stern-first as Doctor Livesey holds up his musket

17·9 The sunk jolly-boat leaves Doctor Livesey and Captain Smollett waist-deep in water

17·10 Five soaked men wade ashore as the sunken boat settles behind them

18·1 The five survivors of the sunken jolly-boat run through the wood for the stockade

18·3 A pistol cracks from the bush and old Tom Redruth pitches forward onto the sand

18·4 The squire kneels beside his dying gamekeeper, kisses his hand and cries

18·5 Old Tom Redruth dies quietly on the sanded floor of the log-house.

18·6 Captain Smollett climbs onto the log-house roof with the folded British colours

18·7 Captain Smollett points at Redruth's body under the flag: one less mouth to feed

18·8 Captain Smollett turns on the squire and refuses to haul down the colours

18·9 Gray and Hunter watch from the trees as mutineers wade their last stores to a gig

18·10 The captain's quill stops in the log-book after the words James Hawkins, cabin-boy

18·11 At dusk Dr. Livesey sees Jim Hawkins, thought dead, climbing over the stockade

19·1 A tiny Union Jack flies over a wood on Treasure Island; the schooner lies at anchor

19·2 A cannonball tears through the trees and throws up a fountain of sand a hundred yards away.

19·3 At dusk Jim lies among the shore trees and sees the black flag on the HISPANIOLA

19·4 Jim steps into the smoky log-house at dusk as the doctor hurries to him, hands out

19·5 Old Tom Redruth, still unburied, lies stiff along the log-house wall under the Union Jack.

19·6 The doctor opens his snuff-box to show the Parmesan he has kept for Ben Gunn

19·7 Four tired defenders stand bare-headed around old Tom Redruth's fresh sand grave

19·8 Night in the smoky log-house.

19·9 Woken by a cry of Silver himself, Jim presses his eye to a blazing loophole

20·1 At icy dawn a mutineer waves a truce flag beside Long John Silver outside the stockade

20·2 One-legged Long John Silver, in his best blue coat, heaves himself over the stockade

20·3 Silver, in his immense blue coat and laced hat, gives the captain a grand salute

20·4 Jim's eyes in an extreme close-up.

20·5 Captain Smollett and Long John Silver smoke in silence on either side of the kettle

20·6 Silver has just made his "handsome" offer.

20·7 On the log-house porch, Captain Smollett gives Long John Silver his ultimatum

20·8 Captain Smollett has just refused Long John Silver's terms and ordered him out.

20·9 Long John Silver crawls to the porch post and hauls himself onto his crutch

20·10 His parley refused, Long John Silver drops his cheerful mask.

21·1 Captain Smollett's anger breaks out for the first time.

21·2 Quiet Joyce, the valet, whips up his musket and fires the first shot through a loophole

21·3 Through a loophole, a pack of yelling pirates charges from the woods at the stockade

21·4 Job Anderson, the boatswain, shoves his head into the middle loophole of the block house

21·5 Pirates reach the loopholes as powder smoke and pistol flashes fill the log-house

21·6 Jim runs round the corner of the block house and comes face to face with the roaring boatswain.

21·7 Jim scrambles up out of the sand after his fall.

21·8 Gray stands by the log-house in the noon sun over the giant boatswain he has cut down

21·9 As the powder smoke clears in the log-house, the doctor and Jim see what the fight cost.

21·10 The valet Joyce lies dead beneath his west loophole as dust drifts in shafts of sun

21·11 Wounded and pale, Captain Smollett stares into the thinning powder smoke and counts the odds.

22·2 Armed and alone, the doctor swings over the north paling at noon and heads for the woods

22·3 Alone by the woodpile, Jim crams the last fistful of ship's biscuit into his pocket

22·4 Jim Hawkins sits astride the sunlit paling, one leg already over, leaning toward the dark woods.

22·5 Jim steps out of the pines into a cool sea breeze.

22·6 Jim lies hidden in the bushes on the ridge of the spit and watches the anchorage.

22·7 Ben Gunn's tiny, lopsided coracle of crooked sticks and hide lies under a goat-skin tent

22·8 Jim's grey eyes reflect the distant Hispaniola as he plans to cut her adrift

22·9 Jim stands alone in black fog with Ben Gunn's coracle on his shoulder.

23·1 Jim kneels in Ben Gunn's coracle and paddles, but it keeps spinning on the black ebb

23·2 The taut hawser suddenly sags in Jim's grip, and his hand dips under the black water

23·3 Beside the schooner's slack hawser, Jim Hawkins pulls his gully open with his teeth

23·4 From his coracle under the schooner's bow, Jim saws through the last strands of hawser

23·5 The hawser parts, and Jim's coracle is swept against the HISPANIOLA's bows as she swings

23·6 Just clear of the spinning hull, the boy's wet hands grab a cord trailing from the stern

23·7 Through the stern window, Jim sees Israel Hands and the red-cap fighting by the lamp

23·8 Through the stern window, Jim glimpses Israel Hands and the man in the red cap

23·10 The loose Hispaniola and Jim's coracle are swept together out through the narrows

24·1 Jim wakes in his coracle, a tiny dot on the grey swell below Haulbowline Head's cliffs

24·2 Jim peers from his coracle at two or three score sea lions barking on the rocks

24·3 Jim sits up to paddle, and the coracle drives its nose into the next wave in spray

24·4 Parched and salt-caked, Jim stares from his coracle at the Hispaniola under white sail

24·5 Thirsty and adrift, Jim Hawkins grips his paddle and eyes the unsteered Hispaniola

24·6 The breeze dies and the drifting Hispaniola turns her stern to Jim.

24·7 The unsteered Hispaniola swings round and bears down on Jim, towering over his coracle

24·8 Jim is on the crest of a swell in his small coracle.

24·9 Jim leaps from the sinking coracle at the Hispaniola's jib-boom as her bow stoops on him

24·10 Seen from the jib-boom, the schooner's stem drives the swamped coracle under the foam

25·1 Jim has just reached the bowsprit as the flying jib bangs over with a report like a gun

25·2 As the main-boom swings inboard, Jim Hawkins sees the two watchmen on the after-deck

25·3 Jim Hawkins mockingly greets the bleeding coxswain, with the dead red-cap between them

25·4 Jim, soaked through, stops short at the foot of the companion stairs.

25·5 Seated by the rudder head, Jim Hawkins tells Israel Hands he has come to take the ship

25·6 Jim has struck the pirates' black flag and thrown it overboard.

25·7 Jim Hawkins steers the Hispaniola before a fair wind along the coast of Treasure Island

25·8 In the blazing noon sun, the wounded coxswain Israel Hands wears a haggard, crooked smile.

26·1 Israel Hands smiles at Jim while his eyes slide away toward the dead O'Brien on the deck.

26·2 Alone at the scuppers, Israel Hands pulls a bloody dirk from a coil of rope and tests it

26·3 Propped against the bulwark with a broken bottle, Israel Hands says dead men don't bite

26·4 The schooner glides down North Inlet toward a dead three-master with a flowering deck

26·5 Jim turns from the tiller to see Israel Hands half-way across the deck, dirk raised

26·6 Jim leaps clear and the loose tiller swings over to hit Israel Hands full in the chest

26·7 On the mizzen cross-trees, Jim aims two pistols at Israel Hands, dirk in his teeth

26·8 In the tarred shrouds, the coxswain cocks his blood-darkened dirk back over his shoulder

26·9 A thrown dirk nails Jim Hawkins by the shoulder to the mizzen mast.

26·10 The coxswain lets go of the mizzen shrouds and falls head first toward North Inlet

27·1 Jim Hawkins is pinned to the mizzen cross-trees by Israel Hands's dirk.

27·2 Pinned to the mizzen mast by the dirk, Jim reaches a trembling hand toward the hilt

27·3 Two dead pirates lie together on bright sand under the clear green water

27·4 At dusk Jim Hawkins looks back from North Inlet's sand at the heeled-over HISPANIOLA

27·5 Jim stumbles through the dark low ground of the island.

27·6 Jim reaches the stockade and finds it silent.

27·7 In the pitch-dark log-house, Silver's parrot Captain Flint shrieks from the woodpile

27·8 Jim's eyes go wide in the dark as he realises the cry was Silver's parrot, Captain Flint

27·9 Jim steps into the dark log-house and finds it full of mutineers.

27·10 Running blind in the dark log-house, Jim bounces off one pirate into another's arms

27·11 Jim is held in the dark log-house, and a pirate lad steps through the doorway with a burning brand.

28·1 Jim is dragged in through the doorway of the block house.

28·2 Jim stands against the log wall, eyes lowered, as Silver repeats the doctor's words

28·3 In red torchlight, Jim Hawkins tells the buccaneers he has beaten them from the first

28·4 Long John Silver's torchlit face stays unreadable as he tells Jim he'll bear it in mind

28·5 Old Tom Morgan draws his knife and lunges at Jim Hawkins, whose back is to the wall

28·6 On the brandy cask, Long John Silver roars his challenge at the crew, his pipe raised

28·7 The mutineers leave the torchlit log-house one by one to hold their forecastle council.

28·8 Alone with Jim once the crew has gone out, Long John Silver drops his swagger.

28·9 Alone in the torchlit log-house, Jim Hawkins stands against the wall and gives his word.

28·10 In the torchlit blockhouse, Jim's wide grey eye answers Silver's question about the chart

29·1 From a log-house loophole, Jim watches the mutineers gather round a torch on the slope

29·2 The mutineers crowd the doorway of the log-house in the torchlight and shove young Dick forward.

29·3 By red torchlight, Long John Silver turns the black spot over with dry contempt

29·4 In the torchlit log-house, the lanky mutineer with yellow eyes steps out alone from the crew.

29·5 Long John Silver leans off his brandy cask and jabs a rigid finger at George Merry

29·6 Long John Silver flings Flint's yellow chart onto the log-house floor before the crew

29·7 Flint's yellow chart with three red crosses lies on the floor by Long John Silver's shoe

29·8 Long John Silver springs up and roars his warning down at kneeling George Merry

29·9 In torchlit Flint's log-house, the mutineers roar for Long John Silver as their captain

29·10 Jim's ash-blackened fingers hold the scrap of Bible page that became the black spot

29·11 Awake in the dark blockhouse, Jim stares at a thin bar of moonlight through a loophole

30·1 At grey daybreak, Jim looks out through a narrow loophole in the log-house.

30·2 Dr. Livesey hears Silver say "The very same Jim as ever was" and stops dead on the misty hilltop.

30·3 At dawn in the log-house, the boy gives his word of honour not to escape

30·4 Long John Silver drops his geniality and bares his teeth at his own crew

30·5 At the paling, back turned on his crew, Long John Silver's cheerful face falls apart

30·6 At the stockade paling on a cold, misty morning, Jim's courage breaks.

30·7 Tearful Jim looks straight at the doctor through the gap in the stockade paling

30·8 Dr. Livesey is astonished as Jim says the Hispaniola lies safe in North Inlet

30·9 Through the stockade, Dr. Livesey raises his hand and gives Silver his solemn word

30·10 Through a gap in the stakes, the doctor grips Jim's bandaged hand one last time

31·1 Long John Silver bends over half-dressed Jim Hawkins and quietly offers him a pact

31·2 Jim Hawkins sits alone at the edge of the pirates' breakfast.

31·3 The two gigs cross the sunlit anchorage toward the pine-covered plateau.

31·4 Tied on Silver's rope, Jim grips the cook's forearm so Silver doesn't slide back

31·5 The treasure party stops at a big pine where a skeleton lies, arms pointing out to sea

31·6 Allardyce's skeleton lies dead straight, arms raised past his skull like a diver's

31·7 Long John Silver's compass lines up with Allardyce's arms, pointing to Skeleton Island

31·8 Beneath Flint's pine, Long John Silver compares the six living buccaneers to Flint's six dead men.

31·9 A pirate names Flint's death-song, "Fifteen Men", beside the skeleton.

31·10 The treasure-seekers walk in a silent knot across the plateau, frightened of dead Flint

32·1 Silver's resting party is a tiny huddle above the empty anchorage and the eastern sea

32·2 A thin, high voice sings from the treetops and the buccaneers go grey in the noon sun

32·3 The ghostly hail of "Darby M'Graw" has just died among the Spy-glass clefts.

32·4 Long John Silver throws back his head and roars Ben Gunn's name toward the trees.

32·5 Flint's tall tree, a red-columned pine nearly two hundred feet high, is found at last

32·6 Close to the treasure, Long John Silver stops pretending.

32·7 A weathered board at the bottom of the old pit bears WALRUS, the name of Flint's ship

33·1 Seven people stand frozen at the rim of the rifled treasure pit under the noon sun.

33·2 Three musket shots flash from the nutmeg thicket as George Merry raises his arm to charge

33·3 Dr. Livesey, Abraham Gray and Ben Gunn step from the thicket toward Jim and Silver

33·4 Three surviving mutineers, tiny specks, run across the plateau toward Mizzenmast Hill

33·5 Silver has lost the treasure and stares at Ben Gunn, the man who beat him.

33·6 The gig rows past the two-pointed hill as the party cheers the squire at Ben Gunn's cave

33·7 At Ben Gunn's cave, a flushed Squire Trelawney grips his musket as he rebukes Silver

33·8 Jim steps into Ben Gunn's cave and sees Flint's treasure: heaps of coin and gold bars

33·9 At the merry supper in Ben Gunn's cave, Long John Silver sits at the edge of the firelight.

34·1 Early morning off the north-east coast of Treasure Island.

34·2 Jim and the doctor hear Long John Silver's voice right behind them on the dark hill

34·3 On the dark shoulder of the hill, the doctor's dry jab lands on Silver.

34·4 From the HISPANIOLA's rail, Dr. Livesey hails the three marooned mutineers

34·5 A marooned mutineer aims his musket at the departing HISPANIOLA while two others plead

34·6 On the voyage home, the last grey tooth of Treasure Island sinks into the sea

34·7 The worn-out schooner drops anchor at sundown in a beautiful land-locked gulf.

34·8 Dawn light in the Hispaniola's hold falls on a neat hole cut through the bulkhead.

34·9 Years after the voyage, Jim Hawkins jolts upright in bed under cold moonlight.