12-19-2016, 01:52 PM
I rested my head against the table. Three empty cream soda bottles fell onto their sides and rolled off of the table. A half eaten ham and cheese sandwich with pickles and mayonnaise sat on plate next to me, the plate resting on several large tomes, all of which I had already read. It had been almost twelve hours since I had started investigating the coin. So far, all I had found out was that it was a type of coin usually used by pirates on the seas of the vasty deep.
It was commonly kept as treasure in the ship's cargo hold, or in the pirates base of operations. It was never used as a currency, explaining the local merchants not accepting it from the man who had originally given it to me. I was vaguely curious why the coin had latched onto me, and hadn’t returned to the man who had given it to me. I could find no instances of a curse that draws people to the sea and drowns them, and I could find no record of a significant increase in drownings or missing persons, which would have led to an origin of the curse.
The conclusion that I came to was that the coin must have once been in the treasure collection of a pirate in the Vasty Deep. Either the one of the pirates cursed it, or one of the pirates enemies has cursed it. If a pirate had cursed it, it would explain why it was a pirate’s coin, and why it was in a populous area trying to find victims. If one of the pirate’s enemies had cursed it, it was likely in an attempt to get rid of the pirates by having them drown one by one until they didn’t have enough people to operate the ships.
Either way, I could night find out anything else about this coin from these books. I couldn’t find anything about the curse itself, how it got there, or how I would break it. At about the five hour mark, I had taken a vendetta against the coin, and tried several ways to destroy it.
I had broken it into omnillium, I had locked it in a box and thrown it in the ocean, I had summoned a bucket of lava and dunked it into it, I had shot it, I had thrown it from the roof, I had beat it with a hammer, I had attacked it with a saw, I had dunked it in acid, I had tied it to a balloon filled with helium and watched it fly away, I had placed it in a block of wet cement and watched it harden. A few minutes after each of these attempts, I found the coin back in my pocket, looking as if I had never touched it in the first place.
I was beginning to give up. Every so often I had to stop my work to fight the urge to go swim in the ocean. With every instance, it became harder to ignore it, and it took less time for the voice to come back, and begin urging me to take a casual dip once again. I slammed my head against the desk. Maybe the easiest way to get rid of it was just to pass it on to somebody else.
I decided against it. I wanted to make sure this coin couldn’t claim any more victims for the deep. I had to figure out a way to remove the curse. I changed my focus of study from the coin itself, to curses. I also began looking around the dataverse on my phone, as well as in the tomes that I was surrounded by.
It was commonly kept as treasure in the ship's cargo hold, or in the pirates base of operations. It was never used as a currency, explaining the local merchants not accepting it from the man who had originally given it to me. I was vaguely curious why the coin had latched onto me, and hadn’t returned to the man who had given it to me. I could find no instances of a curse that draws people to the sea and drowns them, and I could find no record of a significant increase in drownings or missing persons, which would have led to an origin of the curse.
The conclusion that I came to was that the coin must have once been in the treasure collection of a pirate in the Vasty Deep. Either the one of the pirates cursed it, or one of the pirates enemies has cursed it. If a pirate had cursed it, it would explain why it was a pirate’s coin, and why it was in a populous area trying to find victims. If one of the pirate’s enemies had cursed it, it was likely in an attempt to get rid of the pirates by having them drown one by one until they didn’t have enough people to operate the ships.
Either way, I could night find out anything else about this coin from these books. I couldn’t find anything about the curse itself, how it got there, or how I would break it. At about the five hour mark, I had taken a vendetta against the coin, and tried several ways to destroy it.
I had broken it into omnillium, I had locked it in a box and thrown it in the ocean, I had summoned a bucket of lava and dunked it into it, I had shot it, I had thrown it from the roof, I had beat it with a hammer, I had attacked it with a saw, I had dunked it in acid, I had tied it to a balloon filled with helium and watched it fly away, I had placed it in a block of wet cement and watched it harden. A few minutes after each of these attempts, I found the coin back in my pocket, looking as if I had never touched it in the first place.
I was beginning to give up. Every so often I had to stop my work to fight the urge to go swim in the ocean. With every instance, it became harder to ignore it, and it took less time for the voice to come back, and begin urging me to take a casual dip once again. I slammed my head against the desk. Maybe the easiest way to get rid of it was just to pass it on to somebody else.
I decided against it. I wanted to make sure this coin couldn’t claim any more victims for the deep. I had to figure out a way to remove the curse. I changed my focus of study from the coin itself, to curses. I also began looking around the dataverse on my phone, as well as in the tomes that I was surrounded by.
Quote:Word count / Total word count
693 / 2556
Quest Stipulations
Come into possession of the coin. Yes
Be compelled to drown yourself. Yes
Try to remove yourself of it. Fail. Yes
Investigate. Current
Figure out a way to rid yourself of the coin No
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