Treasure Island Illustrated Novels & Stories

“Only because it’s an emergency.” Elmo rubbed his eyes, and blinked away fatigue. As his vision cleared he found himself looking at Lucas’ bookshelf, and his heart sank as he surveyed the spines of books his friend loved so much. There were copies of The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators and The Secret Seven, as well as modern mystery thrillers by authors such as Lee Child and James Patterson. But there were also older novels that Elmo recalled as movies on TCM but had never read. He saw Treasure Island and Ivanhoe, Tom Sawyer and Robinson Crusoe.

“Buried on the Isle of De Los, what cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did! There be the chest. Inside be gold and we took them all.” At this point, the captain’s words sounded more like the ones you would probably see written on a map. The students no longer voiced out their thought but they believed that the other party was most likely reciting the passage that he and his crew once used as a guide in locating the said treasure. “We spend them and traded them and frittered them away on drink and food and pleasurable company." The captain seemed lost in his own world while telling the tale and no one has the heart to stop him so not even once did they try to i

” he punctuated with a laugh. “I knew I had to get rid of.. of..,” he paused, confused. “ Some of the crew I suppose,” he finished off with a shrug and a proud smile. I was as confused as ever, trying to decide what to make of what I’d just witnessed. But then, upon a closer look at the dresser, I spotted the cover of book turned inside out like the reader didn’t want to lose the page they were on. On the cover page were the words ‘Treasure Island’, written in bold cursive. Then I realized instantly that he'd been quoting Jim Hawkins from the book.

Then, he said with a smile, "I know a secret. I hope it will be enough to keep my life." Watson sounded mysterious; he cleared his throat and continued. "You probably don't know that the kid, Ambrose, had a treasure chest from the seabed of Coral Island. That chest is related to the fate and safety of the nine continents. I heard that the treasure could control the Raksasa Tribe..." Then, Watson explained in detail about Ambrose's dive to the bottom of the sea to retrieve the treasure chest. What?

It was locked, just as promised. I handed him the key, my fingers trembling slightly. This was it. Aiman bounced on his toes. "Open it, open it!" Rami slid the key into the lock, turned it— And inside, there was actually gold, silver and a notebook? My arms ached from carrying our little one for so long, but I hadn’t wanted to put her down—not when she was so content, her tiny fingers curled against my shoulder as she dozed in the warm island breeze. Still, the moment Rami pulled that notebook from the treasure chest, my curiosity burned too strong to ignore.

Even now, I could see him calculating nothing more than Leo’s happiness, the quiet comfort of our shared space. Leo ran in, cheeks flushed from the sand, eyes bright with excitement. “Mama! Papa! Look!” he shouted, holding up a hand-drawn map filled with tiny islands, bridges, and hidden caves marked with Xs. “This is our treasure island!” I knelt beside him, examining the details. “It’s brilliant, Leo. Every little thing is so carefully thought out.” His grin widened, and Sebastian crouched beside him, ruffling his hair gently. “Wow, buddy. This is amazing. I love how imaginative you are.”

He would have to be a fool to buy into his treasures little act; he was not stupid like little uncle. Emm assembled the tiny pieces on the box and soon the innocent medicine kit turned into a coder that could be used to send messages using satellite. “Big treasure, everything set?” Emm typed with her chubby fingers before she whispered, with a serious expression “I have to remember and do everything correctly, otherwise big treasure will cry.” “Hur….hur…. hur… what are you two up to?” Marcus chuckled as he sat on the ground crossing his legs in a meditative posture “How many weeks are we going to be banished to Devil’s Island this time?”

And the amount of money he had dangled before them as a prize made this whole venture far more than the crack-pot game of a bored playboy. ‘Everything you'll need is in the knapsacks behind the screen,’ he went on. ‘This island's covered in jungle. There’s no wild animal large enough to harm you - if you’re careful. There’s plenty of water and food to be found. And you can’t get lost. In two hours you can walk from shore to shore in any direction. My people here will keep tabs on you, but they won’t make themselves known unless you need medical help. Are there any questions?’

The white light was unusual, and it was hard to see if one was not paying careful attention. The lights began shooting up one after the other and grew from one ray of light to ten. After the first light beam shot up, many more followed after it. The light beams appeared only for a few seconds before disappearing. James looked at the island in the distance and began to ponder. He concluded the light beams must be shooting out from the treasure on the island. However, he was unsure of what the treasure could be.