“Aren’t you sick of it?” they heard in Captain Flint’s cheerful voice. “Time to come home.”
“We’ve found it,” shouted Titty.
“Time to come home,” shouted Captain Flint again. “Tea.”
“We’ve found it,” squealed Roger.
Suddenly Captain Flint heard. He bent to his oars and a few minutes later the whaling party reached Cormorant Island. Captain Flint was ashore in a moment, and jumping over the rocks. The others followed. “You haven’t really found anything, have you?” he said, but before they could answer he had seen the box. “Well done, Able-seaman!” he shouted. “Shiver my timbers!” exclaimed Nancy. “Good for you, Titty,” said Captain John. “Then you weren’t dreaming after all,” said Susan. “Who ever would have thought it?” said Peggy. “Why, Captain Nancy had looked for it herself, and never found it.”
Captain Flint dropped on his knees beside the box, and pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket. “They don’t seem to have opened it,” he said, “but they’ve had a jolly good try.”
“That was us,” said the able-seaman.
Captain Flint unlocked it, threw back the clasps, and lifted the lid. Inside was a typewriter in a black case, a lot of canvas-bound diaries, and a huge bundle of typewritten paper.
“That’s all right,” said Captain Flint, fingering the bundle as if he loved it.
“It’s very dull,” said Roger. “Titty said it was treasure.”
“There’s treasure and treasure,” said Captain Flint. “It takes all sorts to make a world. You know, Able-seaman, I can never say thank you enough