Laramie tucked the crumpled map into his pocket. "This is where you belong!" he thought with a smile. Then Laramie and the barber turned in the direction of the little port where the Lady Jane was anchored. The sun hid his face beyond the horizon and dusk fell heavily around the two men, so they hastened their steps across the cobbled streets.
Meanwhile on the Lady Jane, Captain Jim paced nervously around his small cabin room. He could hear the unpleasant voices echoing down from the deck. Captain Jim sat down heavily on his bunk. His thoughts washed back and forth like the evening tide on the beach.
"I wonder what happened to Laramie..." he ran his fingers through his tawny hair, "he would have come back if he'd found the map. He must have been caught!"
Jim's pensive thoughts were then interrupted by a sudden scuffle of boots on the deck. "Lower the gangway!" Somebody hollered. Jim rushed out onto the quarterdeck to see a rather finely dressed and terribly exhausted Laramie board the ship.
"Laramie, me lad, yer here at last! We thought ye'd been killed!" Jim said as he gave him a hearty handshake. "An' who's this thet ye've brought with ye?"
Laramie cleared his throat, "This is um... "
"Gordon, Artemus Gordon" the barber interjected.
"Yes, a barber, he helped me locate the map...and...um...so he's here because he gets a share..." Laramie's words stumbled out. A frown curled over Jim's face as he looked at the barber.
"He gets a what...? Jim's voice was colored with disgust. "What do ya mean by giving away shares of my treasure to strangers?"
"I don't seem to be very good at making friends." Artemus chuckled.
"Ye'd better keep quiet, or ye'll find yerself walkin' the plank!" Groweled Captain Jim...to be continued...
Meanwhile on the Lady Jane, Captain Jim paced nervously around his small cabin room. He could hear the unpleasant voices echoing down from the deck. Captain Jim sat down heavily on his bunk. His thoughts washed back and forth like the evening tide on the beach.
"I wonder what happened to Laramie..." he ran his fingers through his tawny hair, "he would have come back if he'd found the map. He must have been caught!"
Jim's pensive thoughts were then interrupted by a sudden scuffle of boots on the deck. "Lower the gangway!" Somebody hollered. Jim rushed out onto the quarterdeck to see a rather finely dressed and terribly exhausted Laramie board the ship.
"Laramie, me lad, yer here at last! We thought ye'd been killed!" Jim said as he gave him a hearty handshake. "An' who's this thet ye've brought with ye?"
Laramie cleared his throat, "This is um... "
"Gordon, Artemus Gordon" the barber interjected.
"Yes, a barber, he helped me locate the map...and...um...so he's here because he gets a share..." Laramie's words stumbled out. A frown curled over Jim's face as he looked at the barber.
"He gets a what...? Jim's voice was colored with disgust. "What do ya mean by giving away shares of my treasure to strangers?"
"I don't seem to be very good at making friends." Artemus chuckled.
"Ye'd better keep quiet, or ye'll find yerself walkin' the plank!" Groweled Captain Jim...to be continued...
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