Exploring A Wealthy Adventure

A long history plagued the island that Hal and Dale wanted to explore looking for a lucrative adventure worth the price. Optioning to claim their allowance the pair purchased a vessel that could only fit two men despite being perfect for both a gigantic gulf and a simple stream.

“Park the tug right here,” commanded Hal as Dale brought it into a makeshift port.

“Yeah, we have to change to hoofing it on the main track,” Dale responded, “my calculations are this has good dirt so despite the rain everything should be fine.”

Making sure all was secure final checks ended and the two headed into the unknown with Dale showing a speargun he clutched in this hand.

“I call this ‘The Distractor’,” Dale bragged, “I take it out and it bewilders the enemy.”

“Didn’t that thing put you out of the money?” Hal growled leaving Dale with a silent gaze.

As they made it through the jungle, they reached a clear area where a mansion sat on top of a small hill, “Isn’t that the place where the American Prince lives?” Dale exclaimed.

“Yes, Gatsby a true winner, an aristocrat,” Hal answered, “financed by John Campbell, a happy Loudon who enjoyed a nice show of money.”

Taking two steps forward there was a shout from nowhere, “Stay off our turf!”

“Did you hear a female voice claiming something?” Hal turned to Dale.

“Yes, I did,” Dale agreed, “wait a second, I have heard that loud on squeal somewhere before, yes it’s Charlotte the Brit!”

“Charlotte the who?” Hal questioned.

“She actually was from the Carolinas, but she used to own a pub until,”

“Until, what?” Hal wanted Dale to finish the thought.

“Until the beauty queen was out of the money.”

“She lost everything?” Hal inquired.

“Yes, everything,” Dale answered when a jolt from behind interrupted the evening hike.

Turning around they saw a ghostly image, “that is right I was a beauty queen out of the money when the sun set, but”

They both shook as Charolette continued, “it was the Bahamian Moon that Gatsby introduced me too and the daily double of him coupled with that lunar escape gave my virgin soil I stand on right now enrich mint proclaiming ‘America the Beautiful’,”

Putting down his surf rifle Dale wanted to know if Gatsby was still around,

“He spends most time as a Reck cluse,” Charolette the Brit kindly confirmed.

Not using her seductive accent instead pointing a finger upward a firm clear message was stated.

“The Bahamian Moon!” Dale gasped.

“Yes, it made me pale yet still an attractive exotic but as for Gatsby,” Charolette the Brit explained, “he went to South Florida to claim a nice purse.”

“A nice win, I hope,” Hal nervously acknowledged the financial issue,

“What do you want again?” Charolette the Brit returned to being a hostess by retorting a reminder.

Suddenly conservative about pursuing their wants and needs the outdoor action figures decided it was dinner time.

“Do you know where we can find a nice slice of Shepard’s Pie?”