Treasure of some duke or another

As a privateer, I was always on the lookout for free loot. Let’s be honest: free loot versus fighting and killing someone for loot is much better. Why? Well, if God stories talks about a pearl of significant cost being found in a field. Why can I not find a treasure of great worth?

And thus I found myself often in the bookstalls of ole England reading books, journals, and diaries of old pirates, ship captains, and adventurers. That is until 70s when I found a diary describing a treasure worth a dukedom of France.

The diary was from a courtier who was going to Gallatin and trying to make a bribery attempt to the court. Saying he knew where his master had hidden a sizeable sum of money, specifically 5000 coins of 1300th century era.

He went into great detail of how some great uncle or what not of the duke was a knight’s Templer and had been entrusted with said fortune for a day when they needed it. The diary went into great detail. I thought it was a fine story of fiction. Then I felt the binding. And within it was a coin. It was a smaller coin, but as I looked; I realized they had shaved it down to fit it into the diary. It was a French gold florin. The date I could ’t tell because it had been scratched.

Now let’s be honest. My French is horrible. Women of Persian looked down their noses at me and I just liked it that for the right smile I could go a mile with them and dance for a while.

So I had to purchase the book and get it translation text to understand more about the diary. His handwritten notes and a map were sort of weird looking and to be honest, I was not sure it said 5000 or 50,000 or 500,000.

The diary purchased for one pound one penny. I made a profit right off the bat. For I took the Florin to a coin shop right around the corner and sold it for a very nice fortune.

Enough so I could fund my little investigation into someone called the Duke of Johannes Marcus Larmenius. Some Palestine French born noble man whose position was to keep the secrets and treasure of some organization.

That I was in England when I purchased the diary meant a trip. But the map and diary were a bit more vague than I would have liked. However, I had a small fortune. Let’s be honest, I made 8,000 pounds of the old gold florin. And I will take sometime to think where and what to do. Looking at the map, not wanting to use it as a clue, I went and redrew it the best I could and went to several cartographers in London, England, to see if they could identify the location.

Since they were busy, I offered them cakes and something to drink if they had time to look at my map and if they had drawn anything similar or close to it over the years. I went through eight of them with not a soul saying, ah I have seen anything like it. But on the ninth visit an old cartographer named Richard however called Bob, who for whatever purposes, ID tag named him Robert. Smiled and said yes. He had drawn something like that a long time ago for a book called the lost treasures of the Tempers.

Interested, I asked where I could purchase such a book and if he had any clue as to the location of the site.