Was 'Treasure Island' Actually Based On A Real Story? | Treasure Island
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- Опубликовано: 16 окт 2024
- Did Robert Louis Stevenson base his immortal classic novel, Treasure Island, on actual events? A researcher postulates that not only did he, but Stevenson may have found the pirate treasure.
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The biggest problem here is that confessions under torture usually result in that person telling their torturer what they want to hear as opposed to the actual truth. But maybe their confessions had a common answer and that was enough to go on for the name of the island.
I’ve been to his home in Apia (Samoa’s biggest city. Now)
He chose to live on the island of Upolo, which is the second largest island. While it was not the primary island at the time when he lived there.
RLS is well documented to have traveled to all the surrounding islands of Samoa.
Ask anyone in Samoa 🤷🏼♀️
Another famous story by Stephenson was Jekyll and Hyde. It was also written about a true story.
Horace Wells, a dentist in Hartford, Connecticut, first used nitrous oxide in dentistry in December 1844. A few weeks later he travelled to Boston, Massachusetts, to demonstrate to physicians and dentists the use of nitrous oxide in painful procedures.
Horace Wells (January 21, 1815 - January 24, 1848) was an American dentist who pioneered the use of anesthesia in dentistry.
In January 1848, Horace Wells, then living in New York, was arrested for throwing sulphuric acid on the shawl of a prostitute and was said to be mentally deranged from self-experimentation with chloroform. On January 23, he used a razor to sever his femoral artery and died in prison.
It's belived Wells is the inspiration for Jekyll and Hyde.
This video has better quality than any B movie. It's really quite impressive.
Great story. Thank you from New Zealand.
Only issue with this tale I have is, why, after you have just stolen the churches treasure, murdered the Spanish priests and hidden the treasure, why would you sink your ship and then return to the very same place you stole the treasure from. Highly unlikely in my opinion.
Exactly why it makes me think it may be true. When exploring the concept of fiction one realizes that reality is flawed. People do irrational things. Personally I am glad for it. If criminals didn't do irrational things we wouldn't catch as many as we do.
However, fiction comes wrapped in a neat little box with a pretty little bow. All the loose ends are tied up nicely. Everything is rational and has an explanation. Quite the opposite of reality.
They needed an alibi for the missing treasure and priest.
They killed the priest. They knew if they just ran the Spanish would hunt them across continents. They couldn't go back after the priest were dead. They knew the only option the had was to return with a plausible story. However the body of the priest proved them liars. They thought they could come back and say the ship sank and they would be congratulated for trying. If not for the priest body they may have gotten away with it.
Since there are two islands called cocoa island.....I don't think Thompson went to the right island.
The treasure was found on Cocos Island so the story was true
Fun to think about but that treasure is gone like the one on oak island ... archeology reality tv absolutely yes, but not with all the pressure such a sensationalized format.
Poem by R.LS
Christmas At Sea
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;
The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.
They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day;
But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay.
We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,
And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.
All day we tacked and tacked between the South Head and the North;
All day we hauled the frozen sheets, and got no further forth;
All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,
For very life and nature we tacked from head to head.
We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide race roared;
But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard:
So's we saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high,
And the coastguard in his garden, with his glass against his eye.
The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;
The good red fires were burning bright in every 'long-shore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about.
The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer;
For it's just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year)
This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn,
And the house above the coastguard's was the house where I was born.
O well I saw the pleasant room, the pleasant faces there,
My mother's silver spectacles, my father's silver hair;
And well I saw the firelight, like a flight of homely elves,
Go dancing round the china plates that stand upon the shelves.
And well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me,
Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea;
And O the wicked fool I seemed, in every kind of way,
To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day.
They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall.
'All hands to loose top gallant sails,' I heard the captain call.
'By the Lord, she'll never stand it,' our first mate, Jackson, cried.
. . . 'It's the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson,' he replied.
She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good,
And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood.
As the winter's day was ending, in the entry of the night,
'We cleared the weary headland, and passed below the light.
And they heaved a mighty breath, every soul on board but me,
As they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea;
But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.
Stevenson loved Fanny 😂
Within the first minute thirty I'm asking myself if this is gonna end up being some Graham Hancock-type crankery that gets as far as it does because some bored millionaire could afford a wildly expensive hobby.
Louie?
That's what he sometimes called himself. When he turned 18 he changed his name from Robert Balfour Stephenson to Robert Lewis Stephenson. Later he seemed to have preferred Louie to Lewis. When the work was written plays a large part in how he signed his name. Eventually he just signed things R.L.S.
He was literally born Robert LEWIS Stevenson. Hearing you call him Louie over and over again has literally ruined my day. You make videos for a living and can’t even look up how to pronounce a 5 letter word…
He may have been born that way but I have never seen a copy of any of his Writings with Lewis as the middle name. Therefore he considered his middle name Louis for all intents and purposes...
Interesting fact he was born Robert Balfour Stephenson. He didn't like it so at 18 he changed it to Lewis and sometimes Louie.
So, you see his name was neither Lewis nor was it Louie. It was in fact Balfour.
I always thought Treasure Island was copied from Spielberg……same type of writing…same style.
Other way around
0:27 it says here Spielberg came after Stephenson. It Says they think Stephensons story was based in fact.