x made of sticks on the ground. x marks the spot

X marks the spot. Look at any pirate’s treasure map and you’ll see. But without one, you’ve got lost little pirates.

Are we there yet?

Where do we start?

Are we there yet?

How will we know when we get there? Will there really be an X?

Are we there yet?

As their Captain, I try to play it off that we have no map.

Are we there yet?

I think we’ve passed this stream before. That cliff looks familiar. Are we going round in circles? Was it a left at the skull-shaped rock?

Are we there yet?

I can’t let them know that I’m floundering. I should do something before one of them calls my bluff.

Are we there yet?

Feeling the inevitable mutiny creeping up like the tickle of an oncoming sneeze, I come clean and launch into a rousing speech that stirs the hearts of my crew about our destiny being unwritten, and that it’s up to us to find it together, and how we never really needed a map after all.

The words feel hollow, but I do my best to sound convincing. If I can get them to believe, maybe they will light the way.

Onward, me hearties, our treasure awaits!

Aye-aye, Captain!

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I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge for the month of April. The idea is to post every day, except Sundays, and end up with one post for each letter of the alphabet. It’s a good challenge to help me to blog every day.

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