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Topic: Achievement (03/08/12)
- TITLE: The Quest for Abundant Treasure
By Catrina Bradley
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A burly man crashed through the door from the hold, sword drawn and eyes on fire. "What scallywags be on yer tail, me girl? I'll take their sorry heads off."
"Ye like t'take me own head off, ye oaf. Watch where ye be swingin' that saber. Ye surely be dubbed correctly, Perilous Pete."
Sue started at a barking laugh. She peered around Pete's massive bulk to see Joe-Joe hitching up his britches.
"There ye be Jolly Joe. Not everythin's a laughin' matter."
"We all be carryin' monikers t'fit us, Scurvy Sue." Joe-Joe sniffed the air and chuckled. "Now, what be causin' this ruckus if yer not bein' hounded by no-good landlubbers?"
"Treasure," Sue whispered, eyes darting left and right. She leaned closer, patting her worn satchel. "I found a map."
"Shiver me timbers!" Pete roared. "Up anchor, hoist the sails. Let's be heavin' ho!"
"Quiet yer trap," Sue hissed. "We got some decodin' t'do first."
Safely behind closed doors, Sue laid her satchel on the wobbling table. "I might o'been misleadin' ye a wee bit. 'Tis not a picture map. More like a word map. But I snatched the decodin' book, too."
Pete's eyes flared, but Joe-Joe stopped him with a smirk.
Sue pulled a yellowed page from her bag. "This be the map. See that at the top? <i>The Road to Abundant Treasure.</i>"
Pete scowled. "Don't be lookin' like no road t'me. It' be lookin' like a lot o'words. An' we don't travel by road, we sail the seas. What be the meanin' o'these letters an' numbers?"
"Secret code. But look here." Sue drew a thick, leather-bound book from her satchel.
Joe-Joe's eyes widened. "Holy Bible. That missionary ship we looted had some o'em. Where'd ye pilfer this?"
"Big fancy church. Thought t'find some doubloons lyin' 'round."
"Looky here, twas written by the late King himself. Thar's his moniker on the cover." A giggle burbled from Joe-Joe's throat. "Kings surely know where treasure's hidden, arrr?"
"Arrr, Joe-Joe. Me thoughts ezactly. That be why I took it. The map was inside." Sue crossed her arms and stood her full 5'2". "So let's be crackin' the code."
The three sat and put their dirty heads together over the documents.
"Gadzooks, Sue. Can ye back off a bit? Yer stench be stingin' me nostrils." Pete rubbed his nose. "Here, ye take the book, an' Joe-Joe the map. I'll do the thinkin'."
Sue snorted, but chose not to mention he never learned to read. "Right then. Joe-Joe, what be the first clue?"
"Romans 3 23. They all be startin' with Romans."
Sue gasped. "Blimey! This frontish page holds a list o'names an' suches. One o'em be Romans. There be a number aside o'it, but it don't match that'n. I think it be a page number." She flipped through the thick book and found the right place. "Arrrr, there be numbers all through this writin'. I think I cracked the code! What be the rest o'that clue?"
"3 an' 23."
Sue bent closer, scanning the lines with her finger. "Aha! 'For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.'"
Pete smacked the table. "Arrrr. We be pirates. 'Course we be sinnin'."
"But it said "ALL have sinned." Joe-Joe's puzzled face didn't erase his steady smile. "That'd include priests an' the good king hisself. Let's gander at the next one. Romans 5 an' 8"
Sue searched the pages, and found the right place.
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.' Well, that don't be makin' much sense."
Pete scowled. "I be thinkin' we ain't close t'no treasure yet."
On and on they deciphered clues. With each code, Sue's eyes grew softer, her face brighter, and her smile wider.
"Scurvy Sue, ye be grinnin' like Jolly Joe. If ye've figured where 'bouts t'set our compass, attest an' let's heave off. Thar be treasure awaitin'!"
"Me thinks I was mistaken."
Pete sprang up, sending his chair crashing over. "Arrrr! Ya mean t'say thar's no treasure?"
"Oh, thar be treasure alrighty. But it's not out thar. The treasure's in here." She thumped her fist against her chest.
Joe-Joe nodded. "Ye might be right, me curvy wench. Back t'the church?"
"Aye. Back t'the church. T'find someone t'explain this abundant treasure we've discovered."
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