"Perhaps," Theo said, a note of humor in his voice. He was loath to outright admit that he needed help, but ... he needed help. "Let's just say it would be a pity for me to end up walking in a circle and have to come back to you for directions again."
Of course Theo didn't know what kind of treasure, since it didn't actually exist, but that wouldn't stop him. He had a fertile imagination. "Gold and gems, stashed by a pirate captain two generations ago. Supposedly, someone turned up a map to it recently ..."
And Theo would be happy to sell someone that map, as soon as he had a chance to fabricate it. In fact ... glancing sidelong at Peter, he added, "I may have an idea or two of where the map is, might even have gotten a glimpse at it ... but as you can see, I'm not well-equipped to use it."
Of course Theo didn't know what kind of treasure, since it didn't actually exist, but that wouldn't stop him. He had a fertile imagination. "Gold and gems, stashed by a pirate captain two generations ago. Supposedly, someone turned up a map to it recently ..."
And Theo would be happy to sell someone that map, as soon as he had a chance to fabricate it. In fact ... glancing sidelong at Peter, he added, "I may have an idea or two of where the map is, might even have gotten a glimpse at it ... but as you can see, I'm not well-equipped to use it."
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
