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` Penfeather ! ' he groans , ` my treasure -- hidden -- dagger -- ' `` Then I came very hastily and raised his head -LRB- for I had oft heard talk o ' this treasure -RRB- , and in that moment he died . So I left them lying and coming to the seaboard sat there a great while watching the break o ' the seas on what was left o ' the wreck , yet seeing it not . I sat there till noon , Martin , until , driven by thirst and hunger and heat of sun , I set off to seek their habitation , for by their looks I judged them well-fed and housed . But , and here was the marvel , Martin , seek how I might I found no sign of any hut or shelter save that afforded by nature -LRB- as caves and trees -RRB- , and was forced to satisfy my cravings with such fruits as flourished in profusion , for this island , Martin , is a very earthly paradise . That night , the moon being high and bright , I came to that stretch of silver sand beside the lagoon where they lay together rigid and pale and , though I had no other tool but his dagger and a piece o ' driftwood , made shift to bury them ` neath the great pimento tree that stood beside the rock , and both in the same grave . Which done , I betook me to a dry cave hard by a notable fall of water that plungeth into a lake , and there passed the night .