Cindy Vallar, Editor & Reviewer
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History will tell my tale,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
I’ll be more famous than Jonah’s whale,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Captain Flint sings that ditty in my book, Tread Carefully on the Sea. And, thanks to author Robert Louis Stevenson, the fictional Captain Flint’s notoriety (rather than fame) has indeed been kept alive through the centuries. Yet the poor buccaneer gets no chance in Stevenson’s novel Treasure Island to take part in the drama. All the many references to him are retrospective as Flint is dead by the time that great adventure yarn begins. Is that fair to the man who buried the treasure on the island ?
Ironically, while Stevenson gives us no description of Treasure Island’s boy narrator, Jim Hawkins (not even his age), we hear a lot about the deceased Flint.
N. C. Wyeth's depictions of Billy Bones, Jim Hawkins & Long John Silver, and Ben Gunn
Here are the major references to Captain Flint’s deeds and character in Treasure Island:
Treasure Island, *
“I was first mate, I was, old Flint’s first mate and I’m the on’y one as knows the place [. He gave it to me in Savannah, when he lay a-dying…”
“He was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer that sailed. Blackbeard was a child to Flint. The Spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him, that, I tell you, sir, I was sometimes proud he was an Englishman.”
“…the old Walrus, Flint’s old ship, as I’ve seen a-muck with the red blood and fit to sink with gold.”
: “They was the roughest crew afloat, was Flint’s; the devil himself would have been feared to go to sea with them…lambs wasn’t the word for Flint’s old buccaneers.”
“I were in Flint’s ship when he buried the treasure; he and six along – six strong seamen. They were ashore nigh on a week, and us standing off and on in the old Walrus. One fine day up went the signal, and here come Flint by himself in a little boat, and his head done up in a blue scarf. The sun was getting up, and mortal white he looked around the cut-water. But there he was, you mind, and the six all dead – dead and buried. How he done it, not a man aboard us could make out. It was battle, murder, and sudden death, leastways – him against six. Billy Bones was the mate; Long John he was quartermaster, and they asked him where the treasure was. ‘Ah,’ says he, ‘you can go ashore, if you like, and stay,’ he says; ‘but as for the ship, she’ll beat up for more, by thunder!’”
“…the old stockade, as was made years and years ago by Flint. Ah, he was the man to have a headpiece, was Flint! Barring rum, his match were never seen.”
“…by thunder! if it don’t make me cold inside to think of Flint. This is one of his jokes, and no mistake. Him and these six was here alone; he killed ‘em, every man; and this one he hauled here and laid down by compass, shiver my timbers!”
“…but if ever sperrit walked, it would be Flint’s. Dear heart, but he died bad, did Flint.”
“Ay, that he did,” observed another; “now he raged, and now he hollered for the rum, and now he sang. ‘Fifteen men’ were his only song, mates; and I tell you true, I never rightly liked to hear it since. It was main hot, and the windy was open, and I hear that old song comin’ out as clear as clear – and the death-haul on the man a’ready.”
“He were an ugly devil,” cried a third pirate with a shudder; “that blue in the face, too!”
“That was how the rum took him,” added Merry. “Blue! Well, I reckon he was blue. That’s a true word.”
“Fetch aft the rum, Darby! …They was his last words,” moaned Morgan, “his last words above board.”
Well, let me correct you, Morgan. Those are not his last words. Captain Flint speaks loud and clear in my book, Tread Carefully on the Sea.
From the time I read Treasure Island as a child, it seemed wrong that this powerful figure, Captain Flint, was only recorded posthumously. To me, Flint deserved a story of his own. There was only one way to accomplish that – write a prequel to Treasure Island.
It not only gave me the opportunity to piece together Flint’s story and character, but also allowed me to answer the many questions arising from Treasure Island, such as:
Maddeningly, there’s a paucity of dates in Treasure Island. In the very first sentence, the first-person storyteller, Jim Hawkins, says: “I take up my pen in the year of grace 17--.” Why, oh why, esteemed Mr. Stevenson, did you not give us the full year?
Flint’s treasure map is more instructive. The margins contain the information that the map was drawn in August 1750, and handed to Flint’s first mate, Billy Bones, on July 20th, 1754.
So, armed with Stevenson’s statements, I set about answering the questions, working around the dates and, most importantly, writing the biography for which Captain Flint had waited more than 260 years (since 1754).
To be true to Stevenson’s references, Flint had to be bloodthirsty and an alcoholic, and he died from ill health in a tavern in Savannah. He also had to be cunning and resourceful. He took six men ashore with him and overcame the lot of them.
What happened to the six men who helped bury Flint's treasure?
To me this added up to more than your average roughneck pirate. So I built for him the personality of an educated, witty sophisticate with intimidating black eyes and a number of complexities. In my story he kills several men with no compunction at all, and he’s happier in the company of those he takes prisoner than that of his own crew. He trusts no one except those whose loyalty he can be totally sure of – and only Billy Bones and Israel Hands meet that criterion.
His death in Savannah was a real challenge. From Stevenson’s book, Flint died in an alcoholic haze. That was too mundane for my purposes, so I had him as a long-sufferer and in denial of consumption, but I added the biggest twist of my story to the death scene. In her review of Tread Carefully on the Sea, Cindy Vallar was kind enough to say it was “inventive and unusual.”
So rest in peace, Captain Flint. You may not be more famous than Jonah’s whale, but history has now told your tale.
*Note: The passages from Treasure Island that are quoted here come from the edition published by Robert Frederick Ltd. of Bath, England in 1998.
Copyright © 2015 David K. Bryant
About the Author
David started writing fiction after retiring from journalism and public relations. He supposed the books waited their turn during all the years he wrote articles, features, speeches, and promotional material for other people. His career included running a district office for a daily newspaper, helping to introduce professional PR into the British police service, and promoting a major parliamentary bill for Margaret Thatcher’s government.
He lives in Somerset, one of the nicest counties in England, and is blessed with a wonderful family. He and his wife, Stephanie, have been married for forty years. They are proud of their two children Matthew and Melanie, grandsons Henry and Toby, son-in-law Jamie, and daughter-in-law Fleur.
David has a big brother Dennis and cherishes the memory of his other brother Ray. He was also an author, his biggest accomplishment being a story based on the Bayeux Tapestry called Warriors of the Dragon Gold. It’s still available from Amazon and is a damn good read.
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