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that.
    The doubloon was like a large round coin, with sort of a coat-of-arms stamped on it, and three irregular triangular holes
     cut into it, two near one edge, one near the opposite. There was also a cross stamped near the third hole, and Spanish words
     around the edge, and some notches on one side. I held it up to the light.
    Chunk took it out of my hand and looked at it real close. “This says 1532. It that a year, or what?”
    “It's your top score on Donkey Kong,” said Mouth.
    Data ran his finger along the map's coastline, like he was into some really deep stuff. “Maybe that's how it used to look,”
     he said. “You know, before they put up all the Wendy's and McDonald's.”
    “All the good stuff,” Chunk added. Some day he wasgonna do the editorial rebuttal at the end of the 6 o'clock news, I bet.
    Brand pointed to the Spanish words at the top of the map. “What's all this say?”
    Mouth translated. “It says ‘Chunk's… father… screws… sheep…’”
    Chunk hit him a good one, right in the kidneys. Mouth just gave his usual obnoxious cackle, though. Then he got on his straight
     face, and translated again, for real, this time:
    “Ye intruders beware
    Crushing death and grief,
    Soaked with Blood,
    Of the trespassing thief.”
    We all looked at him like he was jackin' around again, rhymin' just to hear himself rhyme, but he raised his hand in the Boy
     Scout Pledge, which meant no lie.
    Data got kind of BFD about the whole thing then. “That map's old news,” he said. “Everybody and his grandfather went after
     that treasure when our parents were our ages. Didn't you ever hear of that pirate guy? One-Eyed Willy?”
    And Mouth sure wasn't gonna believe in anything Data didn't believe in. “Sounds like your basic, boring Saturday morning TV
     junk for teeny kids,” he said just too cool.
    “Hey! One-Eyed Willy!” I said. I was tryin' to get some enthusiasm going. “He was the biggest pirate of his time. My dad told
     me all about him one night.”
    “Yeah, Dad'll tell you anything to get you to go to sleep,” said Brand.
    There was no point in dealing with Brand when he got like this, though. “He had millions in treasure,” I told'em, “but the King sent ships after him. So Willy took
his
ship, called the
Inferno
, and ducked into this cave to hide. But the King's men sealed him up inside it with cannon fire.” It was clear as a picture
     to me.
    “Your dad oughta write for the movies,” said Mouth.
    “My dad doesn't lie,” I said, “and he told me that Willy and his bunch spent years hiding out down there, building these underground
     caves loaded with all kindsa booby traps to protect the treasure.”
    “Right.”
    “Sure.”
    “Whatever you say, man.”
    Then Chunk looked down to the place where I'd found the map, and next to it he found a framed yellow newspaper with a photo
     of an old, smiling man who looked sort of like Gabby Hayes in a miner's hat. Chunk read the headlines on top of the photograph.
     “‘Chester Copperpot Missing in Pursuit of Local Legend.’” And then under that, in smaller type, he read, “‘Reclusive Scavenger
     Claims “I have the key to One-Eyed Willy!”’”
    Data doubted. “Nobody ever found nothing. Why do you think that map is sitting up here instead of in a safe-deposit box somewhere?”
    Their doubts were like water down my back, though. “But… but what if…
what if
, you guys! What if this leads to One-Eyed Willy's stash?”
    Then Brand stepped in, like a cold, rational fish. Like a wet blanket. Like an adult. “Take off all that junk, you guys. My
     mom's gonna come back soon.”
    And then the door bell rang.
    It was like time for study hall or somethin', with the hall monitors out in force. We all tore off our pirate clothes andraced down to see who was at the door and to show whoever it was that we were bein' nice, behaved kids.
    It was the three guys in leisure suits. They were standin' behind the front screen door like