Storyboarding experiment - Treasure Island extract scene

I've recently finished a novel called Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. It is a story of a young boy going off on a treacherous expedition in course to find the legendary treasure island. I absolutely love the book. The childhood, the sense of imagination and adventure all comes back to me. Pirates and buccaneer fights... They are all so intriguing I need to do something about it. Therefore, I decided to work on a storyboard for one of my favorite scenes in order to learn from it and at the same time, satisfy my own needs. Jim Hawkins' and Long John Silver's rough sketches were designed by myself, so as the rough surrounding of the cabin.

I experimented on different camera shots such as Jim's close up reaction shot and Captain Flint - the parrot's view from a high angled shot. It was fun looking at different ways I can successfully develop my story, and at the same time, keep the process interesting to the viewers.

The scene starts off with Jim Hawkins' entrance sequence into the cabin. The long shot of Jim walking into complete darkness with only a trail of moonlight from the door encourages the idea of the boy being trapped in a dark box, not knowing what danger could await him in the shadows...

Adapted from an extract of Robert Louis Stevenson's original piece:

" All was dark within, so that I could distinguish nothing by the eye. As for sounds, there was the steady drone of the snorers and a small occasional noise, a flickering or pecking that I could in no way account for.
With my arms before me I walked steadily in. I should lie down in my own place (I thought with a silent chuckle) and enjoy their faces when they found me in the morning.
My foot struck something yielding--it was a sleeper's leg; and he turned and groaned, but without awaking.
And then, all of a sudden, a shrill voice broke forth out of the darkness:
"Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! and so forth, without pause or change, like the clacking of a tiny mill.
Silver's green parrot, Captain Flint! It was she whom I had heard pecking at a piece of bark; it was she, keeping better watch than any human being, who thus announced my arrival with her wearisome refrain.
I had no time left me to recover. At the sharp, clipping tone of the parrot, the sleepers awoke and sprang up; and with a mighty oath, the voice of Silver cried, "Who goes?"
I turned to run, struck violently against one person, recoiled, and ran full into the arms of a second, who for his part closed upon and held me tight.
"Bring a torch, Dick," said Silver when my capture was thus assured. " - Treasure Island