The man of the island

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The man of the island

6 q( b  a; Q8 o6 f2 I1 o8 L. l& j$ vThe man of the island
5 W$ F2 m: b) pBut almost immediately I ran intoInteractive whiteboard a new danger.As I ran, I heard some small stones falling from the side of a steep hill. I stopped to look round, and saw a figure jump quickly behind a tree.Frightened, I turned back towards the boats, but the figure appeared again and moved with the speedof an animal. But it was a man, I knew that now.
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- _2 N* V8 U, G3 D, }5 N+ }6 c0 B9 f5 |8 `I remembered I had a pistol if I needed it, and turned back towards this man of the island. He was hiding behind another tree but stepped out to meet me.


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# p5 Q& m: w) _- I. l" I" R‘Who are you ?I asked, staring at him.
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‘Ben Gunn ,’he answered, and his voice sounded rough andstrange .His skin was burnt nearly#x black by the sun and his clothes were made from pieces of a ship's sail.‘Poor Ben Gunn,’he went on.‘Alone for three years.’
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‘Were you shipwrecked?’I asked.
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- B$ x7 y( H$ \. [‘No ,my friend,’he said.‘Marooned.’
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I had heard the word before, and knew it meant a cruel pun－ishment often used by pirates－leaving a man alone on some distant, empty island.
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" J' K# J* y& M- E6 \* F+ c‘Marooned three years, he continued,‘ living on wild goats and fish. But I'm desperate for real English food. You don't have a piece of cheese, do you? Many nights I've dreamed of cheese.’
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! {/ O4 m" T! ^9 C( u$ @) j‘If I can get on board ship again, ’I saidInteractive whiteboard, ‘you can have as much cheese as you want.’
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‘Who's going to prevent you?’he said.‘And tell me your name.

+ ?# k% L- K9 B& M‘Jim,’I told him.
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) ?6 F. T+ ^6 N( F5 C‘Well, Jim,’he said, looking around and lowering his voice to a whisper, ‘I'm rich.’I was now sure the poor man was crazy ,but he repeated his words.‘Rich, I say! Now ,DVD Ripper,Jim ,that isn't Flint's ship, is it?’
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I began to think that I had found a friend, and I answered him at once.‘It's not Flint's ship. Flint is dead, but there are some of Flint's men aboard, and that's bad news for us.’



* v8 S" r6 A5 e$ w- b‘A man with one leg?’he asked, fear in his voice.

‘Silver?’I asked.
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‘Yes ,Silver,’he said,‘that was his name.’

‘He's the cook, and their leader ,too.’ And I told him the whole story of our voyage, and the danger we were now in.
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$ k2 ?; o: t6 \7 r‘You're in trouble, Jim,’he said when I'd finishedInteractive whiteboard.‘Well, Ben Gunn will help you. Will your squire be generous if I do, do you think? I don't want him to give me a job, but will he give me one thousand pounds out of money that's really mine?’

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‘I'm sure he will,’I said.
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% k2 X/ y# R" ?; j5 E‘And take me home on your ship?’

8 P% t" e- [, A. ^; `‘If we can escape from the others,’I told him#x,‘we'll need your help to get the ship home.’

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