They all entered the attic with caution. The last thing anybody wanted to do was fall off the steps. That was just asking to be made fun of…
By now, it was storming outside and the thunder grew louder and louder. The boys paused after each boom, which made Kelly laugh. She's moved so many times, that the weather to her feels the same everywhere. Thunder didn't scare her anymore.
"Hey, look at this." Brand said in astonishment. "I didn't know Dad had all this stuff up here."
"Aw, great! Look at that! Neato!" Chunk said.
Brand turned on the light and it made it somewhat easier to see. Boxes were all over and it was decorated with old paintings and pictures.
"Hey, come on guys," Mikey started to say. "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."
Mouth put his arm around him. "Mikey, I cannot believe that you actually have something this cool in your house."
Mikey shrugs him off. "You guys my mom said- Guys stop!"
Kelly walks over to Chunk. "Nice hat." He was wearing a black pirate hat with white feathers trimming the sides. An elegant hat for an egotistical pirate, Kelly thought. But she definitely wasn't calling Chunk one.
"Thank ye lass," He adds, then tosses her a bandana. "Put that on! You'll be my first mate.
She ties the red thing around her head, which makes her strawberry blonde hair stand out more. "Aye, Captain!"
"Hey guys, put down the outfits!" Mikey started to say to them.
"Hey, Mikey," Chunk said. "This is great! We only have old Hanukkah decorations in our attic!"
"Mikey, your attic is so interesting." Kelly added. "I can't even imagine what else we might find if we look around a little more."
He opened his mouth to say something back, but was stopped by the sudden crack of lightning. The boys stopped and looked out the small window. Kelly continued to roam around, and picked up a dusty mirror. She tilted it and found an angle where she could clearly see Mikey, once again using his inhaler.
"Okay guys, you saw it, now we can get out of here."
"You scared, Mikey?" Brand asks.
"Yeah, just like you in the elevator."
Kelly decides to add in. "If it makes you feel better, I'm scared of heights. Not necessarily high places, just falling off of them…" And at this point, she's just rambling.
"Come on guys, it's dusty in here. My hay fever's acting up and you always break something…" He says, walking away.
"Meeky, Meeky…" A voice says.
"What?"
The voice is coming from behind an old painting of a woman. The mouth is slightly torn, revealing a certain mouth behind it.
"Come here and kiss me like a woman." It says. Mikey leans his ear against the painting. "Give me a nice, wet lickery kiss. Mwah Mwah." A tongue pops out of the hole. Mikey rolls his eyes and pulls the painting away, revealing Mouth behind it.
"Ha! I gotcha! Now get out from behind there. You're ruining the painting!"
"You're ruining my joke!" Mouth huffs.
Kelly watches them fight, and then turns her attention to Data, Chunk, and Brand fooling around with the costumes. She felt so out of place; she felt like she was the only one who wanted to get along. "Let's all just calm down and…" But no one really paid attention.
"What is all this stuff anyway?" Chunk said, looking at the mirror Kelly was holding.
"The museum did this thing… they had a show… it was called a ratropacum. It was-" Mikey started to say.
"Retrospective." Brand corrected him.
"That's what I said! You always contradict me on everything I do. I was right." Then he turned his attention towards the others. "It was about the history of Astoria. And, these are the rejects."
Chunk puts his hand on his shoulder. "Kind of like us, Mike. The rejects." Mikey nods and pats his stomach.
"Now, I wouldn't say that-" Kelly said before being cut off by Mouth.
"I'm not a reject."
Mikey takes Chunks hat off. Then he turns to Kelly. "Please take that stuff off; you'll get me in trouble."
She mouths sorry and carefully takes it off. "Do you know how this works?" Data asks.
"Laser beam!" Chunk exclaims, making sound effects as he plays with it.
Kelly follows Mikey to the end of the attic. "I'm sorry that we're up here. It's your father's business, not ours…" Then she mutters to herself. "But it's so cool."
"It's ok, really. I just hope-" He stops. "Mouth, when you drop something pick it back-" But he never finishes his sentence.
"What's that?" She asks as he picks up a large frame.
"I don't know." They kneel down beside each other to investigate. Kelly wipes off some of the dust with her hand, but then afterwards regrets it. "You can wipe it on my jacket." He says. She nods, and does so.
They both read the foreign words. "It's in a different language." She points out. "I can't tell. Is there any way we could see it more clearly?"
He looks at her and smirks. "Hey, Chunk!" He yells.
"I didn't touch it!" He yells from the other side of the attic.
"I know you didn't touch it. Get over here!"
Chunk races to them and looks at the frame in awe.
"Uh, hold this." Mikey tells him.
"Why me, Mike? Kelly's here too!" He starts to rant. Mikey starts counting down from three and as soon as he hits one…Chunk drops it, causing the frame to break.
Kelly slides the glass off and takes the piece of paper out. The others were starting to surround them.
"What are you doing?" Mikey questions her.
She gives the paper to him. "A map!" Kelly exclaimed.
"Look! That says 1632. Is that a year or somethin'?" Chunk asks.
"No, that's your top score on Pole Position." Mouth says.
"Yes, it's a year, Chunk." Kelly smiles.
"Why is Kelly the only nice one?" Chunk asks to no one in particular.
"But look, it's a map of our coastline." Mikey adds, tracing it with his finger. Kelly, still kneeling beside him, studies the map intensely.
"What's all that Spanish junk right there?" Brand asks.
"Mouth, you said you could translate. Translate this."
"Yeah, translate it!"
He leans in and squints his eyes, trying to read the words on the map. "Ye intruders beware, crushing death and grief, soaked with blood… of the trespassing thief."
Brand shakes his head. "You guys, this map is old news. Everybody and their grandfather went looking for that when our parents were our age. I mean, haven't you ever heard of that guy? The pirate guy… One Eyed Willy."
"Yeah," Mikey's eyes widened. "One Eyed Willy. Yeah, he was the most famous pirate of his time. My dad told me all about him once!"
"Dad will do anything to get you to go to sleep."
"No, see, One Eyed Willy stole a treasure once. It was full of rubies, and emeralds, and-"
"And diamonds?" Chunk asked.
"Diamonds. And then he loaded it all up on his ship, and they sailed away into the sunset…"
"That's so romantic." Kelly whispered. She looked around to see if anyone noticed, and she sighed in relief when they showed no signs. She didn't want to come off as a hopeless romantic, even though she was…
"Until the British King," Mikey continued. "See he found out about it. And then he set up this whole armada, to go out after him. And then the armada, it took them a couple weeks, but they caught up with Willy. And then there was a whole, big war, between the armada and Willy's ship the inferno…"
The others leaned in to hear more clearly, showing major signs of interest.
"…and during the fire fight, guns were bursting here and canons were bursting there, Willy fled, because he didn't want to stay around because he knew he'd get killed if he stayed around, and then he got into this cave, and then the British blew up the walls all around him and he got caved in. And he's been there ever since."
"Forever?" Data asked.
Mikey nodded. "Forever!"
"And ever?" Chuck asked.
Mikey turned his head dramatically, making Kelly snicker. "Trapped."
"Wow…" Chuck said in awe.
"You sound just as corny as Dad does." Brand says.
"My Dad tells me the truth. You know what he said?"
"What?" Data asked.
Mikey turned to him. "He told me One Eyed Willy and his buds have been down there for five or six years, and they were digging all these tunnels and caves…"
"Wow." They kids mouthed.
"And setting booby traps…"
"Booby traps." Data corrected him.
"That's what I said. Setting booby traps, so that anybody that tried to get in there would die. And then you know what he did? He killed all of his men."
"Well why did he kill all of them?" Chunk asked.
"Because he didn't want them to get to his treasure." Kelly added. "Right?"
"Right." Mikey assured her.
"Yeah, wait a minute, Mikey. But if he killed all his men, how did the map or the story get out?" Chunk asked rather skeptically.
"I asked my dad the same question, and he said one of the guys must've gotten out with the map, and the-"
Chunk put his hand on his shoulder, reaching across Kelly. "Yeah, Mikey, I believe ya."
"Yeah, well I don't believe ya at all." Mouth said.
They all started arguing again, leaving Kelly to be the peacemaker. "Wait guys; let's just think about it for a second! We can find evidence to prove who is right…"
But then, Chunk knocked over yet another frame.
"Chunk, what did you break this time?" Brand asked.
He picked it up, and his frown quickly turned into a grin. "Hey you guys, look at this!" He shows them a frame with an old newspaper in it. It had a picture of a man on the front of it. "Have you guys ever heard of this guy?"
"Chester Copperpot?" Kelly asked. "No."
"Look what it says, Chester Copperpot: missing while in pursuit of local legend. Reclusive scavenger claims: I have the key to One Eyed Willy…" They all looked up at each other.
"Wow… do you realize what we could do?" Mikey asked.
"What?" Everyone asked.
"Nobody ever found nothing you guys." Brand said. "I mean, why do you think this map was up here in this attic when it could be in a safety deposit box."
"Yeah, that's right." Mouth added. "And if Chester Copperpot couldn't find it, how would we find it?"
"But what if? Guys, what if this map could lead us to One Eyed Willy's rich stuff?" Mikey said enthusiastically.
"Then you wouldn't-" Kelly started to say.
"Have to leave the Goondocks!" Mikey finished her sentence.
"Come on, Mike," Chunk started to say. "I don't want to go on anymore of your crazy Goonie adventures."
The doorbell rings and all the boys race downstairs to answer it.
"Come one guys, you don't want to do this?" Mikey asked, and then looked at the map again.
Kelly stayed behind, deciding to wait for him. "If it makes you feel any better, I would have loved to go an adventure with you. I've never really had the opportunity to find pirate's treasure in Washington."
He grins slightly. "Thanks, Kelly." He takes the map and rolls in up. Then takes a coin found behind the map, and flips it. "1632." When he catches up to her, they both walk down the stairs.
Author's Note:
Sorry! I feel like I haven't been keeping up my promise! But I really am trying. I'm just so busy with homework, school, and sports.
Now, to leave you with a couple questions.
Will Chunk ever stop being clumsy?
Will Mouth ever stop trying to act cool and confident all the time?
Will Kelly ever realize that she and Brand would never work out?
Will they find out she's related to a certain enemy?
Tune in next time, to…
A Treasure Hunt to Remember!
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