Jack, a young lad from Sweden, was
given a map from his great-great grandfather. It was a very old looking scrap
of paper, and he was never able to decipher it. However, he took it everywhere
he went. Along with this old rugged map,
he also carried with him an old, rusty spyglass. Whenever he was young, he
would take his map and spyglass and go on long adventures searching for buried
treasure. On these adventures, his booty only consisted of old rum and spirits
bottles.
Many years later, Jack grew into a
very talented swashbuckle, and a good looking pirate who always won over the
ladies with his charm. His adventures were always remarkable and the stories
have been passed down from generations to generations. One adventure in
particular was quite legendary indeed. Jack had showed his grandfather’s map to
a few of his mateys and decided to go on a quest to find the loot.
He began his adventure by sailing
out from the port. It was a very stormy day, and the ocean waves crashed
against the ship violently. This did not stop Jack though, because he was
determined to find the loot. Constantly, he would stay at the bow of the ship
and control the helm with all his strength. Along his journey he would continue
to keep log of his progress, such as how many leagues he traveled for the day.
He traveled almost 300 leagues the first day, and a little bit less all the
other days. Jack went all across the seven seas.
On his third day of travel, Jack
spotted another ship from afar. “Arr, Matey!” he bellowed. Jack knew this was
another pirate ship because he saw the familiar Jolly Roger flying from the
jackstaff.. With caution, Captain Jack neared the other boat. He readied his
guns just in case. However, it seemed as if the other ship hadn’t even spotted
Jack.
He looked through his spyglass and
saw a beautiful lass standing near the aft. She was the most beautiful woman
he’d ever seen. Her long, blond hair was blowing in the wind. The purple dress
she was wearing showed off her perfect body. The expression on her face looked
like she was worried. He looked around, but there were no more people.
He was only about 100 yards away
from the fair maiden and her ship when she saw him. “Ahoy matey!” she called,
“Who are you?”
“My name is Jack,” he explained,
“I”m on a search for some booty. And I think I’ve found some.”
“Avast! I don’t want to hear
anymore of your nasty pirate talk!” she shot back at him.
Realizing that he didn’t stand a
chance with this beauty, he carried on with his voyage.
He didn’t have to travel much
further until he saw land. He saw on his map that this was the Spanish Main,
his destination. He got out of his boat, and took the map out of his jacket
pocket. From where he was, he took fourteen paces east, seven leaps forward,
one step back, and twenty-seven baby steps south. This took him to the big oak
tree. He read his map and saw that he had to do three cartwheels forward, seven hops to the left, and twenty lunges.
His legs were sore after this , but it was all worth it when he saw the big red
“X” marked on the ground.
Jack took out his shovel and began
to dig. He only had to take three big scoops until he found a huge golden
coffer. It took all the strength he had to lift it out of the ground. He used
the shovel to pry it open. In it was the most beautiful cackle fruit you’d ever
see. He had finally found what he’d been searching for all his life. His
great-great grandfather would be so proud!
