PROLOGUE

You were a young naive lad when in stinking den you met a gray-bearded man that spun incredible yarns and chanted old sailors' songs. He told you about new lands, adventure, courage and great treasures. He also chanted about mythical Treasure Island that lay somewhere no one knows where. You will never forget this night, especially that you drank too much and the next morning the harsh voice of boatswain woke you up and only high shore of Denver loomed at the horizon. That night your life changed. You became a deck hand at an old leaking freight-boat.

Two years have passed. You have seen many exotic harbors, traveled thousands of miles. Near the Caribbean Isles the corsairs captured your freight-boat. They offered everyone either a trip on a boat with some food and water or an opportunity to join them. You have chosen the freedom of outcasts.

There had been battles and fights; and small bays, where the beautiful girls welcomed thirsty sailors and served foaming cold beer. Dances and fun had lasted until the pirates had to sail away to meet new adventures. But when you grew up, you were not a lad anymore but a strong and swift man. And your courage, skills and luck convinced the pirates to choose you to be their leader.

So years passed but you have never forgotten this memorable night and the story about the Treasure Island…