They pulled the boat up near the rocks and secured the line. Not being discovered yet, the bumbling pair’s confidence grew. It was just a short sprint up the shoreline to the cave, at least according to the legend. There were no lights in the tower so the chance they’d be found out was slim.
The two middle aged scoundrels were down on their luck, through every fault of their own. Drinking and gambling their meager wages resulted in them barely able to keep their room at the Inn. The Innkeeper was an old friend and let them stay as long they helped around with the cleaning up each night. These evenings proffered an opportunity to listen to conversations that might have been more secretly expressed if the two men weren’t observed as regular furniture at the Inn.
It was just such a conversation that led the two on this night of adventure. While mopping up the night’s spilled liquid libations, one of them overheard the tale. “It’s true, matey, the gold is there!” The old man went on to explain the legend of a bag of gold bullion hidden in the cave near the obelisk. He also explained the reason it had not been retrieved after all these years was because of a ghost in the tower. “Any scallywag who ventured into the cave never came out!” His companion shook his head in disbelief. “I’m telling the truth, matey!”
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