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, and 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!
