Now here is a little map, rough, as befits a drawing made by me, yet just and true. 65 60 _______________________________________________________ 20 | Key [+ Coffin isle] |20 | | | [* Negada] | |[* Porto [* Tortola] [* Virgin Gorda] | | Rico] [* Anguilla] | | [* St Martin] | | | | The cross marketh wherein the Key with | 15| the treasure is. |15 _______________________________________________________ 65 60 I shall be dead before you who find this can read it, so that, perhaps, it boots not very much that I should write down any more. Yet some things I desire to tell, and some things I think it right for me to leave on record. But first let me say what was the end of my sojourn here. When I had buried all of the treasure--excepting those pieces of gold which I took away with me, not knowing where I might find myself ere I reached home--if ever--I made for the galliot. For now I had done with the hut--I never desired to see it again. However, so that no signs of disturbance or diggings should be apparent, should any come after me, I first of all covered up, on my last visit to it, the spot from whence I had taken the treasure, and, moreover, I filled in the hiding place with earth fetched from outside, and also the descent by the steps. Indeed, I would have burned the place down to the ground, only that I feared to set the whole island on fire and so attract attention to my presence from the other isles. And that there should be no more digging, if I could help it, without great pains, I dropped the spade and mattock into the sea.