Part 5, Chapter 20: The Cruise of the Coracle

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​⁠It was broad day when I awoke and found myself tossing at the south-west end of Treasure Island. The sun was up but was still hid from me behind the great bulk of the Spy-glass, which on this side descended almost to the sea in formidable cliffs.

Haulbowline Head and Mizzenmast Hill were at my elbow, the hill bare and dark, the head bound with cliffs forty or fifty feet high and fringed with great