Chapter 7-8

Jim sees the quays in Bristol.

‘Where are we?’ I asked.

‘Bristol,’ said Tom.

‘Get down.’

Mr. Trelawney had taken up his residence at an inn far down the docks to superintend the work upon the schooner. Thither we had now to walk, and our way, to my great delight, lay along the quays and beside the great multitude of ships of all sizes and rigs and nations.