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Post by Nikki on Jan 14, 2007 14:28:24 GMT
I pick the annoying little piece of paper up, truly puzzled now. Holding it three inches from my face, I narrow my eyes and scan the paper front to back slowly. "There-" I point to the dot on the front, barely visible. "It looks like. . .I don't know, a coffee stain or something? It could be mistaken as just another island on the map if you didn't know better. . .but this ink's different than the rest."
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Post by Ans on Jan 14, 2007 14:39:13 GMT
I frown, wondering whether a coffeestain would help us find anything shiny. I highly doubt it.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 14, 2007 14:42:39 GMT
I stop when I see the expression on Jack's face, handing over the map fragment. "Well then, let's see *you* turn up anything better." I frown back at him.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 14, 2007 15:21:24 GMT
The thing I'm wondering about is how this piece of the map ended up in the Shakespeare book in the first place.. someone must've put it there, and I'm rather certain that it wasn't me.. perhaps a previous owner? I don't even know where I got it from anymore.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 14, 2007 16:11:36 GMT
It seems as though both of us are equally confused. . .I know because I've never seen Jack so silent in my life. "Tell me what you're thinking." I say, worried that nothing sixth-sense-ish is taking place. In fact, I haven't experienced anything otherworldly since the last time I repeated something he'd only thought.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 14, 2007 16:41:30 GMT
"I'm wondering when and where that snippit ended up in me book." I clarify, scratching the side of my nose. "Or who put it there."
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Post by Nikki on Jan 14, 2007 17:20:01 GMT
"None of this makes sense." I state obviously. "It was never in there before we decided to put it away. And whoever did this did it for our benefit. . .which doesn't make sense either." I try being silent for a moment, as talking in circles is certainly not going to help. . .and one thing comes to mind. "Do you think Cassandra would know?" I feel my pulse increase for some reason.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 14, 2007 17:30:12 GMT
I narrow my eyes in consideration.. It makes sense, up to some level. I owe Cassandra a fair percentage of whatever next treasure or loot we come across. If she'd manage to put me on a quest to find this particular treasure, that percentage would mount up to a value higher than any avarage day of plundering.. She'd have all the best interest in giving us a push in the direction of this treasure hunt. And she would know that the book we found the piece in would be opened again sooner or later. She knows me well enough for that as well.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 14, 2007 17:46:22 GMT
I let him think it over, shocked at his silence. This is when it hits me, we're not after any sort of ordinary treasure. Maybe it's something that could affect our lives forever. Or maybe we'll just tear our hair out forever searching for it. I start to think that whoever planted the map there could've had that in mind also.
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Post by Daz on Jan 14, 2007 17:50:06 GMT
I lay on my bed, holding the ring tightly in my fist. Hating every seconfd that passes me by. Every second that I have to live torn apart like this.
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