“Look at that rocky island with a ruined castle on it! I wonder what it’s called.” “It’s called Kirrin Island. It’s a lovely place to go. I might take you there on my boat some day, but I don’t promise.” “Who did it belong to?” “Me. At least it will belong to me some day. It will be my very own island and castle.” “What do you mean? Kirrin Island can’t belong to you.” “You ask my mother if you don’t believe me.”a Treasure Island – Texto áudio
“Of course we believe you. But it does sound a bit extraordinary. Children don’t usually own islands, even funny little ones like that.” “It isn’t a funny little island; it’s lovely. There are rabbits there as tame as can be. The castle is wonderful too even if it is in ruins.” “Tell us how the island belongs to you, George.” “Years ago my mother’s family owned nearly all the land around here, then they got poor and they had to sell most of it, but they could never sell the little island because nobody thought it was worth anything.” “I’d buy it at once if I had the money.” “All that’s left of what mother’s family owned is Kirrin Cottage and a farm. And Kirrin Island. Mother’s sort of given it to me. It’s my own private island and I don’t let anyone go there unless they get my permission.” “I do hope you’ll be friends with us and take us there one day soon.” “Well, I might. I’ve never taken anyone there yet.” “The tide is going out. It looks as if we could wade over to the island.” “No, it’s only possible to get to it by boat. There are rocks all about and you have to now exactly where to row a boat. There are lots of wrecks about.” “Wrecks? Are there any to see?” “Just one. And that’s on the other side of the island. You can just see the broken mast if you row over on a calm day and look down into the water. That wreck really belongs to me, too.”