The sun smiled down at the grass, the trees waved at the fluffy clouds, and the brook seemed to laugh its way through the hollow. Jimmie Harris lay sprawled out in the grass with his straw hat plopped over his eyes. Beside him sat a large, somewhat browned with age atlas. Now, to the casual observer this may not seem like a very adventurous scene, but to one who knows Jimmie and his atlas, they also know that some great adventure is taking place secreted in the mind of the boy in the grass.
So that we might enjoy Jimmie's adventure with him, we must take a closer look at the open atlas. South Pacific islands splatter the page.
"Ayy, the day is far spent!" Said a grizzle chinned, grizzle voiced sailor. He was quite a picture with his red and white stripped night cap, knee high leather boots, and glittering cutlass that hung at his side.
"Ayy, an' if we don't be gettin' on, we'll be stuck in this miserable cove!" Replied another similarly dresses swashbuckler.
Both men were eyed by a tall man in a white cap. His features seemed similar to those of our friend Jimmie Harris, except they were older and browned to a deep mahogany by the relentless sun.
"We ain't leavin' wi'out Laramie, an' thet's final!" He said in a voice colored by determination.
"But, Cap'n, he oughta' been back three hours ago. I don' think 'e's comin'.
"He's comin', you'll see." Said the captain.
The two sailors walked away from the captain, but their doubts were not eased.
"Laramie will never git into the Governor's safe an' out again alive, an' thet's a fact!" Said the shorter and bearded one of the two.
"Ayy, can't be agreein' more, but ye know the cap'n when 'is minds made up, an' 'is minds made up about gettin' thet treasure map they found on Ole' One-Eye the Pirate's body." Said the taller clean shaven man.
The two men watched the sun as it began to sink into the horizon.
"I hope Laramie comes soon." Thought the captain, for he to was watching the sun....to be continued.
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