A vision? What, like a burning bush told you to come find me?
[He jokes as he glances up at her, the incredulity of everything creeping into his tone. He looks back down at the book in his hands, opening it up and flipping through some of the pages.]
This was our mother's.
[The drawings and writings are so familiar he hardly needs to glance at them to know what they depict. He stops at the sketch of Henry Avery and the details of the Gunsway Heist, eyes skimming over the writing with eagerness and longing.]
Jesus...the amount of hours we spent going through this thing... [As if remembering someone was there with him, he steps next to her, holding the book out so she can see.] See, Avery was one of the only pirates who never got caught. I mean this guy managed one of the biggest heists in history, and no one can find him. But a guy with that much treasure in his hull? He's not exactly gonna go bury it in the sand somewhere, right? So the question is, where did he go?
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[He jokes as he glances up at her, the incredulity of everything creeping into his tone. He looks back down at the book in his hands, opening it up and flipping through some of the pages.]
This was our mother's.
[The drawings and writings are so familiar he hardly needs to glance at them to know what they depict. He stops at the sketch of Henry Avery and the details of the Gunsway Heist, eyes skimming over the writing with eagerness and longing.]
Jesus...the amount of hours we spent going through this thing... [As if remembering someone was there with him, he steps next to her, holding the book out so she can see.] See, Avery was one of the only pirates who never got caught. I mean this guy managed one of the biggest heists in history, and no one can find him. But a guy with that much treasure in his hull? He's not exactly gonna go bury it in the sand somewhere, right? So the question is, where did he go?