The man of the island

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The man of the island

$ }- A. m; w6 Q" e( i+ Z% j& wThe man of the island
0 k) p! c- N9 x# c/ y9 F7 oBut 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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5 [; S, [0 ]+ {  S7 T; u  kI 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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‘Who are you ?I asked, staring at him.

‘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.

# O: O0 |+ g& T9 n) |. i7 `‘No ,my friend,’he said.‘Marooned.’

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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‘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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/ ~+ B; z% K% m# g5 _‘If I can get on board ship again, ’I saidInteractive whiteboard, ‘you can have as much cheese as you want.’

‘Who's going to prevent you?’he said.‘And tell me your name.
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‘Jim,’I told him.
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‘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.’
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5 e; d7 S- q  K* z# ^‘A man with one leg?’he asked, fear in his voice.

0 y0 G* P) Y$ v+ A9 E' y% O' `. B‘Silver?’I asked.

; S8 E$ D7 B2 Y+ v: t‘Yes ,Silver,’he said,‘that was his name.’
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‘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.



‘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.

! N4 |+ X# X5 s- T" f2 O! u‘And take me home on your ship?’

‘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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