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Micky gently took the map from Peter and looked it over, fingering the old paper.
"Sure feels old." He remarked, then handed it back to his friend. "Hey, I know! Let's show it to my Aunt! She's something of an expert on the sea and she can tell us more about Davy Jones!"
"Sounds like a good idea." Mike said, finishing his float.
Peter rolled up the map. "I'm going to get a cone and then we can go back."
So Peter bought a strawberry ice cream cone and the four Monkees drove back to Micky's Aunt's house.

The Monkees were soon back at Micky's Aunt's house. It was a small but tidy house with a ship's wheel placed prominently in the front yard. Micky led the way inside.
"We're back, Aunt Janet!" Micky called.
"Oh, how was the harbor?" Janet asked as she came into the living room.
"It was beautiful." Micky replied, kissing his Aunt on the cheek. His Aunt was Micky's Mom's older sister and was in her early sixties. She had curly gray hair just like Micky.
"I bought a treasure map, Mrs. Block!" Peter exclaimed, holding out the rolled up map.
"You did?" Janet replied, giving Peter an indulgent smile.
"Yeah, it supposed to show you where Davy Jones' locker is!"
"Micky said you know a lot of nautical stuff, so we thought you'd like to take a look at it." Mike put in.
"Sure, why not?" Janet smiled, deciding to humor Peter, "Let's roll it out on the dining room table."
Quickly, Peter had the map unrolled for Janet's inspection. She pulled out a magnifying glass and began to look it over. Her smile faded though as she began to study the map in earnest.
"This map is certainly old." Janet remarked, "and there appears to be markings on both sides."
The Monkees said nothing as Janet continued her inspection.
When she reached a corner, she looked at the map for several long seconds.
"Well, is this map for real?" Mike asked.
Janet pointed to the corner of the map she had been studying.
"If I'm not mistaken, that's the seal of Davy Jones himself."
The Monkees looked to see a faded imprint of a skull and bones with the skull wearing a handkerchief on its head.
"Where did you buy this map, Peter?' Janet asked.
"At Flash's antique store at the harbor." Peter replied.
"Oh, I know the Flashes." Janet said, "They've owned that shop for many years. Nice people, but a few years ago they had a tragedy."
"What happened?" Davy asked.
"Their son Jack was lost at sea with several friends when a freak storm hit their boat." Janet said.
"Oh, that's terrible." Peter sniffed.
"The reason why I mention this is because their son was very interested in pirates, you could almost say obsessed, and I heard he was also searching for Davy Jones' locker." Janet said seriously.
"Are you saying there might be some sort of curse?" Micky asked quietly. "A curse on those who go searching for it?"
"I wouldn't go that far Micky, but no one has ever found the locker." Janet replied.
"And now we have his map." Davy remarked.
"I'm not absolutely sure, Davy." Janet told him, "I'm going to look up a few things, and then we'll know for sure."


To Be Continued...

I have a bit of writer's block right now, Laura. So whatever you want to add next about the map is fine.

Here we go...


At the general store, the Monkees bought flashlights, rain gear, ropes, shovels and other things they might need.
Peter picked up a small packet of aluminum foil.
"What's this?" He asked the others.
"That's a MRTE, Peter." Mike said.
"A what?"
A meal ready to eat." Mike replied. "It's freeze-dried, all you gotta do is add water."
"We should get some of them." Davy replied, putting some in the cart.
At the checkout, the man asked them what they were planning to do.
"We're going to..." Peter began to say, but Micky stepped on his foot.
"We're just doing a little exploring, that's all." Micky said.
Outside the store, Peter turned to Micky.
"Why did you step on my foot, Micky?"
"We don't want anybody to know where we're going, Peter." Micky said, "They might try to find it too."
"Yeah, we want any treasure for ourselves!" Davy put in.

At home, the Monkees and Janet put the suplies in the boat and then looked over the map one last time.
"While you boys were gone, I've tried to figure out the longitude and latitude of the island that's been circled." She said.
"Any luck?" Micky asked.
"Well, the island you want to go to seems to be located in an area off the coast of Monterey called the Monterey Octogon."
"The Monterey Octogon?" The four Monkees repeated.
"Sorta like the Bermuda Triangle?" Peter gulped.
"Yes, it's a group of islands that form a kind of octogon." Sally replied, "The way the islands are arranged make the currents and weather dangerous. That's probably why Jack Flash and the others who have gone looking for the locker have never come back."
"They were caught in a storm, right?" Mike asked.
"Yes, sudden storms do come up from time to time in that area." Janet replied, my late husband was caught in one coming home." She paused, looking down.
"We're sorry." Davy said sincerely.
Janet smiled at the Monkees. "Well, if you boys are going to go, you better go to sleep now."
"Aren't you going with us?" Micky asked in surprise.
"Oh no, I'm too old to go out sailing." Janet chuckled. "I'll stay here and pray for you boys' safe return."
"Thanks, Aunt Janet." Micky said, giving her a hug.

The next morning, Mike backed the Monkeemobile into the yard and helped the others connect the trailer for Janet's sailboat to the bumper. Then they all drove over to the harbor.
Once there, Mike slowly backed the boat into the water and Janet disconnected the trailer. Peter pointed to the name on the stern.
"The Black Diamond. What an odd name." He said.
"Yeah, my husband loved diamonds." Janet replied. "So you boys still want to do this?"
"Yeah, it can't hurt to look around." Davy said.
"Besides, it's a beautiful day." Mike added, "We should be fine."
"Ok, but please take care and don't take any unneccesary risks." Janet insisted.
"We won't and thank you for letting us use your boat Aunt Janet." Micky said, kissing her on the cheek.
The other Monkees kissed Janet too and then climbed onto the boat.
"Put your life vest on!" Janet yelled over to them.
The four Monkees obeyed and then Davy raised the sail and soon they were off. Janet watched them go and then drove the Monkeemobile back home.

The day was warm, sunny and windy as the Monkees took their boat out of the harbor. Davy looked at the compass and directed Micky on the direction they should go. It was a simple boat with one sail so they had little trouble making it go where they wanted it to.
After about an hour of sailing west, a group of islands began to show themselves. However, to the south, dark clouds began to show themselves too.
"Janet was right about the sudden storms." Peter said, looking at the darkening sky.
"Well, we're almost at the island that's circled on the map." Micky said, "Hopefully we can find some shelter."
Yeah, this boat only has a small storage area." Mike said.
"I hope this is the right island." Davy said.
As they sailed into the Monterey Octogon, the weather turned worse and the boat began to be knocked around by the choppy water.
"Lower the sail, Davy!" Micky yelled, "Before it's ripped to shreads!"
Davy grabbed the lower beam of the sail, when a huge gust of wind grabbed the sail and knocked Davy back. He lost his balance and fell overboard!
"DAVY!" The other three Monkees yelled.
Davy bobbed up from the water a second later, his life vest keeping his head above water.
"I'm ok!" Davy shouted above the wind, "Throw me a rope!"
Peter threw Davy a rope, but forgot to hang on to one end.
"Peter, what are you doing?" Micky shouted as the rain began to fall.
"I'm sorry..." Peter whimpered.
Just then, a wave hit the boat, capsizing it and knocking the other three Monkees into the water as well!
Fortunately, they were wearing their life vests and soon they were bobbing along with Davy on the water.
"Try and stay together!" Mike shouted to the others.
Mike, Peter and Micky grabbed onto each other, but Davy was tossed away from them. The waves crashed down on them, soaking them, and making it impossible to swim anywhere.
"Davy!" The others called out, but Davy was soon out of sight.
"He can't be gone!" Peter cried.
"No...he had he vest on, so he'll be able to...keep his head above water." Mike gasped, spitting out water.
So the three Men held onto each other and hoped they would find their friend once the storm had passed.


To Be Continued...