Last year while at the beach in Queensland IrishCyborg tried to make a fire (Rubbing some drift wood together doesn’t make a fire, no matter how much you will it to), but after a major fail he wanted to take the drift wood home.
Here he is last year hugging his beloved drift wood. “Precious.”
When I wouldn’t let him take it home he decide to bury it. He walked out some paces from a pole, dug a hole and concealed his bounty. When we got back to the apartment he drew out a map so on our return he could reclaim his treasure.
On returning to Melbourne the map was blu-tacked up in his room, and he waited patiently to return to Queensland. The fatheful day came, time to find the treasure! But with one major flaw, we forgot the map! You’d think with it hanging on a wall for nearly a year, the details would be cement into our brains? Well, think again!
We got to the beach, and IrishCyborg counted out 5 paces from a pole, thinking it was what the map depiced. Oh, the suspense.
PirateIrishCyborg, “Soon it will be mine again… Mwahahahaahhaha”
They dug for a while.
Accomplice, “I don’t think it’s down here?”
PirateIrishCyborg, “Nonsense! Keep digging boy, or you won’t get a share in the hoard!”
Accomplice, “I see nothing but sand! Are you sure you got the directions right?”
PirateIrishCyborg, “You question me boy? Em… maybe it was more over this way? This sand looks familiar”
They didn’t find the treasure, and we have vowed to return next year with map in hand, and claim our prize! If anyone reading happens upon our treasure… keep your mitts off!!