Jack inserted the spade deep into the ground and started digging. The pile of dirt rapidly increased in height. It was hard work though, the sun beating down on his dreadlocks, and every now and then Jack halted his work to wipe away the sweat and to drink from his jug of water.
Deeper and deeper went the spade. Jack checked the map to exclude any mistake. No, this was the right spot.
Suddenly the spade hit an object, and he dropped on his belly to remove the dirt with his hands. The lid of a chest became visible. Hurriedly he cleaned away more sand, and finally his hands found a handle, and with considerable effort he managed to pull the heavy chest from the ground. He pulled his pistol and shot the lock to pieces.
He threw back the lid and the insides of the chest became visible: coins, coins coins! Ecstatically, Jack threw his hands in the air and did a weird dance around the treasure.
„Hullo dear, I’ve brought you a cup of tea,“ said Mrs. Hawk, still in her nightgown, She handed him a mug and looked at the hole skeptically. “Are you sure that this is better than a bank account? Seems like an awful lot of work…”
Mr. Wanamaker, their neighbor, smirked. “It’s pretty ridiculous, if you ask me. Look at your goddamn lawn! It’s a disgrace. You’re the laughing stock of the neighborhood.” Exasperated, he turned away from the fence and continued watering his potted plants.
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