Doubloons without number. The crown of some distant land. A necklace that once hung on the neck of a Shah’s daughter. All this and more he had buried in the sand and in the past. The map was a temptation he could ill afford.
He should burn it.
Ruaridh Buchanan is making his first forays into writing down the thoughts and stories that whirl through his head when he should really be concentrating on something more important like earning a living. Doubtless this will result in bankruptcy or at the very least a blog at some stage in the near future.