The HISPANIOLA rolled steadily , dipping her bowsprit now and then with a whiff of spray . All was drawing alow and aloft ; everyone was in the bravest spirits because we were now so near an end of the first part of our adventure . Now , just after sundown , when all my work was over and I was on my way to my berth , it occurred to me that I should like an apple . I ran on deck . The watch was all forward looking out for the island . The man at the helm was watching the luff of the sail and whistling away gently to himself , and that was the only sound excepting the swish of the sea against the bows and around the sides of the ship . In I got bodily into the apple barrel , and found there was scarce an apple left ; but sitting down there in the dark , what with the sound of the waters and the rocking movement of the ship , I had either fallen asleep or was on the point of doing so when a heavy man sat down with rather a clash close by . The barrel shook as he leaned his shoulders against it , and I was just about to jump up when the man began to speak . It was Silver 's voice , and before I had heard a dozen words , I would not have shown myself for all the world , but lay there , trembling and listening , in the extreme of fear and curiosity , for from these dozen words I understood that the lives of all the honest men aboard depended upon me alone . 11 What I Heard in the Apple Barrel `` NO , not I , '' said Silver . `` Flint was cap'n ; I was quartermaster , along of my timber leg . The same broadside I lost my leg , old Pew lost his deadlights . It was a master surgeon , him that ampytated me -- out of college and all -- Latin by the bucket , and what not ; but he was hanged like a dog , and sun-dried like the rest , at Corso Castle . That was Roberts ' men , that was , and comed of changing names to their ships -- ROYAL FORTUNE and so on . Now , what a ship was christened , so let her stay , I says . So it was with the CASSANDRA , as brought us all safe home from Malabar , after England took the viceroy of the Indies ; so it was with the old WALRUS , Flint 's old ship , as I 've seen amuck with the red blood and fit to sink with gold . '' `` Ah ! '' cried another voice , that of the youngest hand on board , and evidently full of admiration . `` He was the flower of the flock , was Flint ! '' `` Davis was a man too , by all accounts , '' said Silver .
`` I never sailed along of him ; first with England , then with XXXXX , that 's my story ; and now here on my own account , in a manner of speaking .
Davis England Flint Indies Pew Roberts alow deadlights left swish