Jogeephus
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Ever since I was a kid I have been fascinated by pirate tales from Blackbeard to Barbarossa so I jumped at the chance when an elderly friend of mine who is getting frail asked me to do him a favor - to move his gold. I've known this man for years and he is far from what you would consider a wealthy man. His car is old and has seen its better days and he lives very modestly. Alone with no children. To my knowledge his only vice would be my wine. He loves it. I don't know if its because its that good or because its free but he does offer many compliments when he drinks it and he has even offered to buy it from me but I always decline.
Anyhow, I had just dropped off a gallon of muscadine wine when he asked if I would help him move and hide his gold since he is not in any condition for much physical labor. I was a bit taken back by the request for the aforementioned reasons but agreed to help him do it. He gave me instructions on what he wanted me to do with it then he led me to seven carry-on type travel bags that were in the trunk of his old beat up car and said there it is.
I'm not the strongest person in the world but I'm no weakling either but when I grabbed the first bag I was taken back by the shear dense weight of the bag and found I could only carry two or three of them at a time. One bag in particular actually had me straining just to get it from the trunk with both hands. I was amazed. Its hard to explain how something so small in size can have such dense weight.
When I was finished doing as I was told I was nearly worn out and we retreated to his home where he thanked me and we both poured ourselves a tall glass of wine and I chugged mine down and said aaarrrggghhh. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I explained to him how I felt like a pirate and how since my childhood I always wondered how a pirate felt when burying a treasure and now I knew. He laughed. I thanked him for that. One less thing on the bucket list.
I'm sure there is a grand story here somewhere but he didn't offer to share and I didn't ask. Probably better that way.
Anyhow, I had just dropped off a gallon of muscadine wine when he asked if I would help him move and hide his gold since he is not in any condition for much physical labor. I was a bit taken back by the request for the aforementioned reasons but agreed to help him do it. He gave me instructions on what he wanted me to do with it then he led me to seven carry-on type travel bags that were in the trunk of his old beat up car and said there it is.
I'm not the strongest person in the world but I'm no weakling either but when I grabbed the first bag I was taken back by the shear dense weight of the bag and found I could only carry two or three of them at a time. One bag in particular actually had me straining just to get it from the trunk with both hands. I was amazed. Its hard to explain how something so small in size can have such dense weight.
When I was finished doing as I was told I was nearly worn out and we retreated to his home where he thanked me and we both poured ourselves a tall glass of wine and I chugged mine down and said aaarrrggghhh. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I explained to him how I felt like a pirate and how since my childhood I always wondered how a pirate felt when burying a treasure and now I knew. He laughed. I thanked him for that. One less thing on the bucket list.
I'm sure there is a grand story here somewhere but he didn't offer to share and I didn't ask. Probably better that way.