The night was sultry.
The boys were tired of waiting.
The final hunt was on, for The Black Stone Treasure.
We met at sunset at our house, and the boys were convinced they had finally cracked the code that would lead them to victory. One boy remarked that the official map had thrown them off, claiming that “X” had not, in fact, marked the spot. Cory spoke up, “Well if you watch Indiana Jones you would know that ‘X’ NEVER marks the spot.” He thinks he is so clever.
So they came, they saw, and they conquered. The treasure chest was unearthed at last, spilling over with fake jewels, a little cash, lots of coins, and a story detailing the legend of the man whose contents they were; a pirate named “Blackbeard”. Once a rogue thief upon the great ship “THOR”, Blackbeard was convinced of the error of his ways by the wise and noble Captain Max. Max encouraged him to make amends by giving his goods to the poor, which he did, leaving him virtually penniless until he died. He buried only his most valued treasures, ones that had been given as gifts and brought him good luck, thus bequeathing that good fortune on whatever explorers were lucky enough to stumble upon it in the future.
This was our way of saying, “So much for that Go-Kart, but dude! How awesome is good luck?” Drew is still a little bitter about having to split $24 six ways, but hey, at least it will give him something to talk about when he has to write his “What I Did This Summer” paper at school. He thinks that the 24-carat fake sapphire he managed to collect is worth thousands, so we’ll let him live in that happy place for a while longer. And leave it to the 4-year-old, the youngest member of our search party to point at one of the coins and say, “What’s the Statue of Liberty doing on there? That wasn’t around when Blackbeard was alive,” to which I said, “Hey look! Something shiny and sharp!”
To be honest with you, I’m glad this is over. I think I feel like Lisa must feel after eating all those burgers this summer – satisfied, but ready for something else. It’s time for a new topic, and I’m letting you pick. Would you rather hear about:
A) When Your Mutt Needs A Midol
OR
B) How I’m Finally Giving Bono What He Asked For
While you consider your vote, here are some highlights of our night of discovery.
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