“Shed no tears for the dead, for they have taken their final steps. Weep not for their loss, for we learn from the absence. Once we uncover their treasures, we will understand all they have left for us,” the man in a pith helmet said as he took yet another swing with his pick-ax.
“That’s well and good, but,” Amy started.
“We are on the cusp of greatness! This is our hour!” The pithy man shouted as the ax collided with its target.
“But that’s not,” Deck said, cringing as the ax hit.
“This map,” the adventurer said, waving a torn up bit of old parchment paper in the faces of Amy and Deck, “this map was written by the Freemasons and guides us to a treasure underneath this very spot!” The adventurer was shaking with excitement.
Ted, watching from the dinner table, sipped his wine and chimed in, “That’s National Treasure, right? We’re watching a Nic Cage classic unfold?” Continue reading