Being Bahama

Treasure Hunt

While fishing one day I pulled up a data disk.  Upon examining it, I discovered it was infact a map to some treasure.  I’m not foolish enough to attempt to recover such a thing myself so I managed to enlist the help of several friends. 

My dear friend, Ikohara, noticed my attire was less than battle worthy and was kind enough to offer me a set of armor to wear. 

I hate armor. 

I hate feeling the weight of it on my body.  I hate the sound it makes as you walk.  But most of all, I hate the smell.  I’ve never met a set of used armor that didn’t emit a malodorous mix of metal and sweat. 

This armor was no exception.  I looked as ridiculous, uncomfortable and smelly as I felt and when I said so I’m afraid I may have inadvertently insulted Ikohara…

But in the interest of safety, we all agreed I should wear it anyway.

We followed the map to the exact location specified.  As we expected, there were a few obstacles between us and our treasure.  My friends quickly rid us of them. We greedily opened the box…

and were disappointed to find nothing of great value.  I will think twice about going on another treasure hunt.  I’m still trying to get the smell of Rodian and smoke out of my hair.