Treasure of the Lazy Jane LbNA # 9869
|Placed Date||May 31 2004|
|Found By||Double Tree|
|Last Update||Sep 25 2005|
Letterbox/geocache hybrid. Also check waypoint GCJK5T
I'm a penniless, old and feeble. But I carry within me the secret of vast riches. I've carried the secret all my life and can hold it no more. I must confess my secrets and sins that my wretched soul can finally rest at peace in what's left of me afterlife.
When I was very young I worked in Stumptown at a harbour tavern frequented by sailors. Some of whom were not of the finest character. I hardly speak it even now. They was Pirates, they was, and the worst, most ruthless kind at that. Musical pirates they was. They'd like as not torture a poor drunkard with they banjo's, saxaphones and bag o' pipes. Then they hang 'em seven times with the cord of a purple gutbucket and kill 'em till 'e wishes 'e were dead! Naturally I was fascinated and these were the old salts that gained my admiration. And so admirein' them, I growed up to be one of 'em meself. I mis-spent me youth learnin' the trade of taken that which ain't nailed firmly down. I often listened to the tales they told with fascination. And sometimes I overheard the hushed backroom bargainings. It was here that I first heard the legend of the treasure of the Lazy Jane. As years rolled by I always be watchin' an' listenin' for clues to the treasure of Lazy Jane. I come plenty close but never set eyes upon it yet. This is what I know...
Lazy Jane was as real a person as there ever was. She was lazy though. Some says she slept her way through life and still others says she schlepped her way. Not much is known of her except that she spent her days and many nights in a less then wholesome trade. But she was kind and generous and eventually was rewarded by the favor of wealthy clientele and amassed a large fortune of gold, silver and gemstones from these seagoing travelers. And while she was reputedly more beautiful than the more famous Helen, It is only known that one single vessel was launched in her honor. The name be "Lazy Jane" of course.
Lazy Jane was oft cursed on account of her position in society. But she never let it bother her none. She was a good person, somebody's daughter and also somebody's mother. But the child, Crazy Lou, was horribly disrespectful and stole her fortune. Leaving Lazy Jane in poverty and sadness.
But the evil doing child underestimated his crime and was the first to reap the wrath of the curse. He found that spending the ill gotten riches was near impossible. In fact, it was not even possible to remove the treasure from the chest without replacing it with something of equal value. Playing on greed, he would often use this peculiar property to trick others into adding to his treasure. Thus it was that the treasure actually grew in value and accumulation until it was so heavy that he could no longer carry it. Hoping one day to find a way to relieve the curse and spend the ill gotten wealth, he needed a place to hide it.
Decades passed and all who knew of the treasure past also. Even the wicked son wondered if it was real since he couldn't remember too well where he had hidden the chest. Years after his death, there surfaced the only known written account, in his own wretched hand, of the hiding place.
Now many have looked for the treasure of Lazy Jane and some even claims to have found it. But unable they are to haul it out on account of the curse, they are only able to trade tokens of their visit and to carve they mark in the chest.
There be many versions of the directions to the treasure but this is the one and only true way. Just as it was inscribed in ink on parchment by Crazy Lou himself so many years ago. The longitude and latitude that be commonly known only gets the seeker close.
"In stumptown I hide me treasure. On the Island that is becoming an atoll as working men barge away it's very center. Raw material for building stones of their own making. With the ocean behind me, veering east of the channel main. Making landfall near the navigation aids the color of blood on the full moon behind it. Haveing pulled against the current, I drag me skiff up to the closest one and secure it fast with a yellow line. Remote I am so no need to go to far. I just scramble a little up this bank to get higher above the water line. I dig me a shallow grave to hide me precious and cover it with branches. Leaving a loop enough that the tree may grow someday large, I chain me chest to this sapling lest it float away when winter water rises. And further I secure it with an unpickable lock of many numbers that even the greediest of pirates won't blow with a musket ball. But finding my treasure is only part of the battle. For a curse too be on he who force it. One must also solve the clue to open thy vessel."
"Spin to the stabbord twice and launch her on XX. Around again port and past it. Come about on XX and directly end at XX. Gently then, tug and behold thy goal. Beware though those who might divulge in they glee, for on this lock, a powerful curse is set upon those who betray the code".
"I hurry away that none see me as I hear they voices in the night. I severe the bow line with me cutlass, leaving my thief knot behind. Then slowly, now faster, I dissappear into the night."
If ye does ever find the way in to the treasure, take yer pick and make yer trade fair or better. But mugglers beware, plunderin' be not allowed! And they're be no "parlay" for if the curse falls on your greedy form.
There be a sheepskin for the one true seeker who rediscovers the lost cache. Also is a wooden block to share the inked image of Lazy Jane. With the image comes not a curse but a blessing. Freely take the image but not the tool of this letterbox. For theft of the tool is the most reprehensible of all crimes and it too is held by the curse. Leave too for luck, your own inked crest or notch the box with your cutlass.
Now I've done told my tale and my soul can find it's own. The one bit only I knows is that the opening code be solved. Reversed it is. So it be one, oh-one, twenty three. Beware again those who'd tell it, for the curse 'll consume them double!
As you seek this treasure of Lazy Jane, tell me of your trials and progress. I have little more to offer but might remember somthin' if ye tells me where yer stumblin'. Them that tries, I wants to find it. But a giveaway it's not. Now I tell you in all truth and honesty. And even swear on the blood of my own kin, that every little thing I've told you here be the honest truth... except... for the parts I lied about. LOTrident