The Treasure Map · Canon
The room still smells of rum and the sea. Billy Bones is no longer breathing. Mother has forced the chest lock; at the bottom is an oilcloth. Jim feels the edge of stiff paper. There are footsteps outside, as if the men on the black spot have not gone far. In the original he tucks the map to his chest; right now he can also lay the oilcloth back and pretend he saw nothing.