Chapter 3, The Black Spot.
When next I saw the captain, he was pulling himself up from his bed and begging me to come closer.
I did so, and then he barked out, I can't lie here for a week.
I've been seeing visions of old Flint himself.
Now tell me, he said, have you seen that sailor?
I asked him if he meant Black Dog.
"'No, not Black Dog.
There's worse than him.
They may hand me the death note we call a black spot, and they're after my sea chest.
Now, ride to get the doctor and tell him to call all hands to me here.
I was Flint's first mate, and I'm the only one knows where the treasure's at.'
He told me where it was hid before he died.
Keep your eye open for the man with one leg and black dog, and I'll share it all with you upon my honor.
With that, he collapsed.
But I did not ride to seek the doctor's help, because that very night my kind father passed away.
His death was so sudden I could hardly spare a moment to think of the captain.
He would upset us all with his bad behavior on the very night before the funeral.
As we mourned, he sang old sea songs, scowling and growling like an old blind dog.
And then the day after the funeral, I was sitting out by the back door just thinking of my father when a strange blind man drew near, hunched over a knobbly old stick.
He called out, asking where he was, and I answered the Admiral Benbow.
When he drew close, I saw that he was eyeless and hooded and suddenly he had my wrist in a deathly grip.
Now, boy, he said, take me to the captain, or I will break your arm.
Take me to him, and when we are near, say, here is a friend for you, Bill.
He then twisted my arm hard and marched me into the inn where I yelled out as he had commanded.
The captain sat up, suddenly fully awake, looking terrified and mortally sick.
He tried to rise but was too weak.
Now, Bill, sit where you are, said the blind man.
I can't see, but I can feel a finger stirring.
Business is business.
Now, hold out your left hand.
Boy, take his left hand by the wrist and bring it near to my right.
I did as he told me, and he dropped something from his hand into the captain's.
There, he said.
That's done.
And without uttering another word, he leapt out the door with terrible speed.
When the captain regained his sense, he looked into his palm with horror, saying, Ten o'clock.
Six hours left.
We'll get them yet.
With that, he sprang to his feet, suddenly clutched his throat and fell to my feet.
I ran to him, but all in vain.
He had died, and though I never liked him, I burst into tears.
It was the second death I had known in the space of two days.