A dead man's chest, a blind beggar's knock, and a map that turns an ordinary cabin boy's ordinary week into a hunt for buried gold. Robert Louis Stevenson's foundational adventure runs on nerve and nautical rumor — every man aboard the Hispaniola has his own reasons, and not all of them match the ship's articles. Take Jim Hawkins' place at the rail, or find out for yourself who's still playing it straight by the time the black spot goes round.