The following is the fourth section of my novel Cassandra on the Island. You can read the previous sections here.
Another map was found and the word spread through across the island like the hurricane of ’77. Gossip and stories could be heard on any street corner where at least two adults were standing.
“…it was in a chest, I hear…”
“…Yes, and it took a gold key to open it…”
A third person walked up. “Did he have it analyzed yet?”
“No, he doesn’t want to risk having it fall into someone else’s hands.”
A fourth person with a young boy joined the conversation. “It’s a fake.”
“What? How can you say that?”
The fourth person put down the groceries he was holding. “It’s always a fake.”
The first person sat up straighter in his chair and squinted his eyes at this intruder. “Reverend Jonathan, doesn’t your religion teach you to have faith?”
Jonathan sighed. “Faith in God, Mr. Reginald, not in gold treasures hidden by a mythical pirate.” Continue reading