Роберт Льюис Стивенсон

The The bar bar silver silver and and the arms arms still still lie lie , , for for all all that that I I know know , , where where Flint Flint buried buried them them ; ; and and certainly certainly they they shall shall lie lie there there for for me me . . Oxen and wain-ropes would not bring me back again to that accursed island ; and the worst dreams that ever I have are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts or start upright in bed with the sharp voice of Captain Flint still ringing in my ears : " Pieces of eight ! Pieces Pieces of of eight eight ! ! " "