Friday, October 24 - X Marks The Spot

 

 

                You had sailed at sea for about a week now. A young pirate known as Pip was your only company, other than the rats that inhabited your sleeping quarters under the deck. Captain Foxy Hookman had orchestrated this entire mission. “What mission?” you might have wondered in the past few days. Well, after stealing another crew’s ship, you and your mates stumbled upon a treasure map. According to the scribbled handwriting on the old map, the treasure was probably some form of gold or riches. Of course, anyone would be interested in something like that. So obviously you guys had to go find this, I mean there’s a butt ton of money involved.

                After your week of sailing the high seas, you had reached the island that the treasure was supposed to be buried on. Your whole crew, basically just you, Pip, and the Captain, trekked through the dark forest for two days, attacking anything that tried to attack you. For those two nights, you guys had set up shelter and told stories and laughed around a campfire. It was sort of like camp, but like more life threatening and surrounded by things that wanted to kill you the second you took your eyes off of them.

                Anyway, in the afternoon of the third day, you guys found a giant black ‘X’ painted onto the ground on the other side of the island. Right on the shore. Backed up to the ocean. Literally, all you had to do was follow the shore to the other side, no one has time for the silly forest bullcrap nonsense. But, since you and your crew were completely and utterly ridiculous, I guess that seemed like a good idea to you bunch.

                After Captain Hookman had made you and Pip dig up the treasure under the giant obvious ‘X’, the only thing you pulled out was a note in a bottle. Your Captain opened it up and read the note. You and Pip gathered behind him and heard him read it out loud. “Dear whoever may find this,” your Captain read with a heavy Irish and Pirate accent, “If you and your friends have found this, then you have worked together hopefully through honest, loyal, humorous, hilarious, unique and magical ways. The real treasure here is the power of friendship. Signed, Twilight Sparkley Horse.” Well forget that! You guys broke the bottle, ripped the note, and went home.