I was walking along the beach and found a washed up journal.

“Hey! Look what I found.” I yelled across the beach.

My sister came running and yanked the journal out of my hand.

“What is it?” She replied.

It read, “Captain John”. I said.

“Who’s that” My sister asked.

“I dunno, but let’s open it.” I said.

First entry

Day one:

It is the year 1780, my first voyage. My crew is the best of all the lands. I hope to find discoveries. Discoveries you’d only see in your dreams. I’d finally be able to get the king’s daughter. If only she’d look at me with desire and passion as I do for her.

“Dang that’s deep.” My sister, said.

“I know.” I replied.

“Let’s flip through the pages and see what he says on day 200, there appears to be about 300-400 pages in total.” Asked, my sister.

“Ok.” I replied.

I flip through the pages and finally reached page 200.

Day 200, my crew was getting weaker by the day. Most of them had caught scurvy and ship fever. I fear my voyage may be coming to an end. I refuse to go back to England once I have discovered something extraordinary.

I decided to flip through more pages and ended up on page 300.

Day 300, I finally found something worthy, I can go home now. I discovered so many riches, and rare porcelain dishes, this would surely impress King George the 3rd and his daughter, Charlotte, Princess Royal.

I accidentally dropped the book, and it opened to the last page, but it appeared to be covered in blood.

“Why is it in blood?” I start to tremble.

“Read it!” My sister shouted.

“Ok, ok.” I replied.

Last entry:

It had been many years since I last wrote in this journal, but to whoever may find this, I fear someone wants me executed. Since I last wrote, I wrote about my dream girl. I got her but it was short lived. She married a German author. I don’t have anyone to give my treasures to, so I leave them behind to whoever may be reading this. Look behind this page and you will find a map. I must face my fears and flee England before I get kille——-.”

“Oh my gosh.” I said in shock.

“I think, I think, he got killed while writing this.” My sister said trembling.

“His life seemed so interesting.” I said.

“See if there is a map.” she replied.

I look at the back of the page, and surely there was a map.

“Are we going to get the treasure.” My sister asked.

I dropped the book into the sand.

“No, we should leave it for another person to read.”

I replied.

Me and my sister walked away, leaving the book into the sand and walking away into the sunset.