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Chapter #3: The Map

After Mrs. Walsh left, Brand pulled Mikey into his chair. " You want a breathing problem? You got one." He messed up Mikey's hair. " Hey, what's your dad doing with all the stuff in the attic?" Mouth asked. I looked at him. Why couldn't he just realize I liked him? I couldn't wait forever. Maybe that was a sign...

" He's going to give it back to the museum, or whoever they pick to be the new assistant curly, or kerney...'' Mikey said. " Curator," Brand said.

Mikey nodded," That's what I said. " Hey, wait a minute guys. Maybe there's some stuff up there for us. Maybe there's some stuff that we can keep from the oldsiders. Maybe there's some rich stuff." Typical Mouth.

" No, no, you guys," Mikey said. " Food! Lots of food...Big Macs!" Chunk said. " Rich stuff! Gold Rich stuff!" Mouth said. " Rich stuff!" Data said. Everyone talked at once as they headed upstairs to the attic. "That's my dad's responsibility, you guys! The museum's probably got a list of it somewhere! You guys listen to me damnit! That's his stuff!" I stayed with Mikey, since I actually agreed with him. " At least SOMEBODY has the same thought," he said. I shrugged as we joined the rest of the guys.

Brand opened the attic door, and everyone went into it. " Hey look at this! I didn't know dad had all of this stuff up here!" Brand said. He picked up a book and looked it over. I read it over his shoulder. " Aw, look at this. Neato!" Chunk said. He was looking at a static ball, and he put his hands all over it and made strange noises. " Love it. Isn't it great? I like this stuff!" Mouth said.

" Hey, come on guys! This is my dad's place. He doesn't want you up here. You heard what my mom said to the housekeeper about not wanting anybody up here..." Mikey trailed off. Mouth went over to Mikey and put his arm around his shoulders. " Mikey, I can't believe you have something this cool in your house!"

Chunk and Data were playing around with old pirate costumes. " Guys, my mom said... guys! Put those costumes down."

" Het Mikey, this is great! All we have in our attic is old Hannukah decorations!" Chunk said. " I don't care what you have in your attic!" Mikey said. Just then, loud thunder boomed, causing me to jump back a foot. Brand looked back at me. Mikey took a puff of his inhaler. " Hey guys, you saw it. Now let's get out of here, okay?"

" Come on, Mikey. Let's stay a little," Data said. " Scared Mikey?" Brand asked, smirking. Chunck pretended to be a pirate and brandished his sword. " Ha! I've got you right where I want ya!" He jabbed Mikey. " Ouch! Come on guys, it's dusty in here, my hayfever's acting up, and you always break something!"

"Meeky!" Mouth said. " What?" Mouth had found a sensous painting of a woman. He had poked a hole through the canvas where her mouth should be, and he stuck his tongue through the hole. He said in a falsetto voice, " Meeky! Come here and make me feel like a woman. Come on, give me a nice, wet, lickery kiss!" He wiggled his tongue, adding a strange 3rd dimension to the painting.

" Yeah, what is it? Data, Mute, look at this," Brand said. I looked over his, shoulder again. He was holding a book. " Yeah, neat," Data said. I nodded, thinking. Mikey snatched the painting from Mouth. " Gotcha! Now get out from behind there! You're ruining the painting!" Mikey said.

" You're ruining my joke! The painting's already trashed," Mouth said. They started to argue. I ignored them, and Brand and I became amazed with an old book on pirates. " Hey Mikey? Mikey?" Chunk said. " What?" Mikey said. " What's all this neat stuff?"

" The museum did some kind of...where'd you get this?"

" Right there."

" They did a show. They did a show. It was a retropackum , and it was a ..."

" Retrospective," Brand said, rolling his eyes.

" That's what I said. You always contradict me. I was right. I knew what... it was the history about Astoria and these are the rejects."

" Kind of like us, Mike. The goonies," Chunk said. Data, Brand and I were staring at a lightning ball. " How did you turn that on... turn it off..." Brand said.

" Yeah..." Mikey said to Chunk. " I'm not a reject," Mouth said. " Take that stuff off. You're going to get me in trouble. "

Data kept staring at the lightning ball. " You know, you know how this works? You put a finger on it and it..."

" It lights up!" Chunk made blaster sounds again and put his hands on the ball. " Mouth, when you find something, put it back up!" Mikey turned and found an old picture frame. " What's this? Hey, wait a sec," Mikey said. Mikey brushed the dust off the frame, revealing a map. We all gathered around him, me on his left hand side. " Chunk..."

" I didn't touch it!"

" Uh, hold this."

Chunk clumsily dropped the frame, and Mikey pulled the picture out of the frame. " Hey! Mikey found a map!" Chunk said. " Is that a map?" Brand asked.

" yeah," Mikey said. " Look, look, look! That says 1632," Chunk said, pointing at the map. " I've seen this before," Brand mumbled. I did too. I saw it in that pirate book.

" Is that a year or something?" Chunk asked. " No, it's your top score on pole position," Mouth said, sarcastically. " Yes, it's a year, Chunk. Look Data, it's a map of our coastline," Mikey said.

" What's all that Spanish junk right there?" Brand asked, pointing near the bottom of the map. " Uh..." Mikey said, looking around. " Who knows?" Data said. " Mouth, Mouth, you said you could translate. Translate right here," Mikey said as he pointed to some Spanish text.

" Yeah, translate it," Chunk said. Mouth began to translate in a rusty voice," ye enemies beware. Crushing death and grief, soaked with blood, of the trespassing thief." I shivered. Creepy.

" You guys, this map is old news. Everybody and their grandfather went looking for that, when our parents were our age. I mean, I mean, haven't you heard of that guy, uh..."

" One-eyed Willy," I whispered so only Brand could hear. He looked at me in surprise, but said," yeah, One eyed Willy."

" One eyed Willy... One eyed Willy, yeah, he was the most famous pirate in his time. My dad told me all about him once," Mikey said.

" Yeah, dad'll tell you anything to make you go to sleep," Brand said, not believing the story. Mouth snickered and I slapped the side of his head. He looked at me and I mouthed ' shut up!'. " What, you got a crush on Mikey?"

Mikey turned to look at me and smiled as I blushed scarlet and shrank down. Did I?

" No, see, One-eyed Willy stole a treasure once. It was full of rubies, and emralds, and..." Mikey said. " Diamonds?" Chunk asked.

" Diamonds... Then he loaded it all up onto his ship and they sailed awayinto the sunset. Until the british king, you see, he found out about it and then he set up this whole armada to go out after him, then the armada, they... it took 'em a couple weeks, but they finally caught up with Willy and, and, then there was a whole, big war between the armada and Willy's ship, the inferno, and durig the firefight there was these guns bursting here and cannons bursting there, and then Willy fled, 'cause he didn't want to stay around cause he knew he'd get killed if he stayed around. And then he got into this cave, and the british, they blew up the walls all around them, and he got caved in, and he's been there ever since." I was amaze. We found One-eyed Willy's map.

" Forever?" Data asked. " Forever."

" And ever?" Chunk asked. " Trapped."

" Wow!" Chunk said.

" You sound just as corny as dad does," Brand said.

" My dad tells me the truth. You know what he said?" Mikey said.

" What?" Data asked.

" he told me that One-eyed Willy and his bunch were down there for 5, 6 years. And they were digging tunnels, and caves...setting boody traps..."

" Booby traps," Data said. " That's what I said. Setting booby traps, so that anybody who tried to get in there would die. And then you know what he did? He killed all of his men."

" Why?" Data asked.

"Why'd he kill all of them?" Chunk asked.

" because he didn't want them to get to his treasure."

" Yeah, wait a minute, Mikey. But if he killed all of his men, how did the map and the story get out?"

" see, I asked my dad the same question. He said one of the guys must have gotten out with the mapand, and ,and the..."

" Hey Mike, I believe ya," Chunk said.

" Yeah, well I don't believe ya. I don't believe ya at all. I think you're full of it. I think..." Mouth began.

" I believe him," Data said. I nodded my head 'yes'.

" Your dad told me," Mikey said.

Chunk found another frame and knocked it over. " Chunk? What'd you break this time Chunk?" Brand said.

" Hey, you guys, look at this! Have you ever heard of this guy? Look, Chester Copperpot!" Chunk said.

Data read," Chester Copperpot?"

" Ok, it says: Chester Copperpot: Missing while in pursuit of local legend. Reclusive scavenger claims, ' I have the key to One-eyed Willy.'"

" Whoa, do you guys realize what we could do?" Mikey asked.

" Nobody ever found nothing, you guys. I mean, why do you think this map would be up here in the first place when it could be safely in the deposit box somewhere, right?" Brand reasoned.

" That's right. And anyway, if Chester Copperpot didn't find it, how would we find it?" Mouth asked. But, what if? You guys, just what if this map could lead to One-Eyed Willy's rich stuff?" Mikey asked.

" Maybe," Data said. " Then we wouldn't have to leave the Goondocks. Come on!" Mikey said.

" I don't wanna leave," Data said. " I don't wanna go on anymore crazy Goonie adventures," Chunk said. The door bell outside buzzed, and Chunk said," Ding Dong!"

We all headed for the stairs. " Guys, come on! Where are you going? You don't wanna do this?"Mikey said. He flipped the doubloon and caught it. " 1632."

We all went to the door, where two men were standing outside the gate. " Senior jerk alert," Mouth said.

" Can I help you?" Brand asked. " Hello, little guys...and girl. I'm , Troy's father."

" We know who Troy is. He's such a cheap guy," Data said in dislike. " Shut up. My dad's not home, Mr. Perkins," Brand said.

" Is your mommy here?" Perkins asked. I rolled my eyes. We're not babies, dumbass.

" No sir, actually she's down at the market buying pampers for all of us kids," Brand said. Perkins laughed slightly with Bill. " Papers, Bill. You can give these papers to your father to, uh, read through, and sign..."

He handed the papers to Brand as he hops off of the porch to grab them. "...we'll be by to pick them up in the morning."

" Thank you," Brand said. " Thank you," Mr. Perkins said as if Brand was doing him a favor. Brand came back up to the porch and Mikey asked," Brand, what is all that stuff?''

" Dad's business."

" But what is it?"

" I told you, it was dad's business." We all watched as Mr. Perkins and Bill returned to their car. " Look at 'em smilin'" Brand said, disgusted. " they can't wait until tomorrow when they foreclose on all the...whatever you call it," Data said. " Trash the Goondocks," Mouth said. " When they wreck our house I hope they make it a sandtrap."

" And never get their balls out!" Mikey said. " You know, I think they made me lose my appetite," Chunk said, going back in the house. I stayed outside with Mikey and leaned on the railing , staring at the Goondocks. Brand came out and talked to Mikey, and Mikey went back inside, glumly. I stayed in my spot. Brand leaned next to me. " I heard you talk up there. Trust me, you're getting better."

I shrugged and said," Too bad they won't ever hear my voice..."

" Come on, you can't stay quiet forever. I'll help you talk to them today or before we leave," Brand said.

" Sure, but I might chicken out."

" No you won't." Brand grabbed my arms and dragged me inside. LITERALLY. I just hoped he was right.