"Let's just take this oilskin pouch," I declared, grabbing said item.
My mother wordlessly nodded and we quickly stood up to run. As soon as we got downstairs, we excited out the front door, which lead to be a huge mistake. We instantly ran into the arms of Flint's men, who were waiting for us. They dragged my mother away and threw me to the ground.
"Lookie here, boys," one of them chuckled before holding up the oilskin pouch he stole from me. "Looks like this brat had the map all along."
"We don't need any squealing pigs now, do we?" another one asked.
"No," the first one chuckled, pulling out a pistol. "We don't."
*BANG*
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Treasure Island: Choose Your Own Ending
FanfictionI couldn't sleep one night, so I just came up with an idea of having people choose different scenarios related to one of my favorite books: Treasure Island. There are five different endings you can get, and I hope you all have fun reading it! *Treas...
