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It takes some time to free the box and pry it open. Inside we find some strange round, green fuzzy things and what appears to be a bone –shaped biscuit. Deep inside the old box is an old leather-bound log book, I carefully open it for fear of losing some precious information. Page after page of nothing but names and dates, none of which I know. How strange, what does it mean? As I turn to the last page I see the final entry, but the yellowed page is torn in half and I can only make out a part of it. Scrawled across what remained was this:
If you was looking to make whole the map, then you’re in luck my friend,
For many have come before you only to meet a bitter end.
But have some faith and look around for what you seek you’ll see,
The map lies waiting down below at the bottom of the ravine!
A cold, north breeze blew by them at that moment as they crawled to the edge of the cliff. Peering over, their eyes blurred from the salty spray, they focused on the rocks below. “Well blow me down with a wooden leg and a parrot on me shoulder Mr. Magellan” the Captain cried, I think I spy him.
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There was Mr. Maloney a scrawled out on the rocks, head turned to one side almost like he was looking up from where he fell. It was then they saw what was still clasped in his hand, a small round cylinder and they knew they had found the final clue.
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