I think I found Jim Hawkins.
He wasn’t a regular specimen of a boy, he was a rarity and I could feel the sun and stars and everything in between when he looked at me.
He was nothing but a stranger
Yet somehow his face felt familiar
There was a song in his eyes
But I fail to recall the words
For he's stolen every thought that has ever bothered to exist from my head
It was quite evident that adventure wasn’t a question but a lifestyle
And as he smiled it was as if it were a dare to join him
Even though it was a first look
Quite possibly the last
I considered
The moment between us grew fatal
Still, we linger until death
Then I began to wonder what novel did this character run away from?