Longwell Adventure #20. The End.

“Of course it’s difficult to make plans because adventuring can pop-up at any moment and dash your beautiful plate of plans into bits. Tiny little bits that one will never be able to put back together into anything resembling the plate it once was.”

F.H Longwell III

Mostly safe and no less sound than usual, Longwell and Tipton get a chance to rest after surviving one of their most dangerous cave (and monkey) filled adventures.

 

ABOUT

F.H. Longwell III was a gentleman explorer, a renowned naturalist and a scholar who traveled with his manservant Tipton on behalf of The World’s Most Curious Curiosities Museum in the early hours of the 19th century.

You can catch up on pervious installments and read them in chronological order by visiting my F.H. Longwell page.

 

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Chapter XIV.
Full Circle.

July 23, 1830

And so our adventure ends much like it began, though we are a bit itchier. Tipton’s rash is back (nothing unusual there) and we have a few additional bruises, cuts, welts. Monkey bites. But we are safe and sound. And while I rest on the sunny beach, trying to absorb all that this adventure has brought us and making notes on our finds for the museum, Tipton cuts down timber to construct a new boat. Perhaps he will make it a little roomier this time. But I ask for that every time and he just ignores me.

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I am disappointed that we never found the 30 pair of golden pants but we did find proof of the king wearing them. Of course we saw no proof of the golden undergarments. We will never know the truth as the story has been so long handed down that much of it now lives only as myth. Magical stories that weary locals recount to pass the dark evenings.

Tipton insists it’s a story that weary locals tell unwanted guests, so that the uninvited  venture off to die in the jungle … Tipton’s understanding of human nature is limited. And while I admire his versatility and vitality, he does not grasp the wonder I see.

We are running low on scone mix. I’m almost out of tea. My razors are not sharp enough to cut a banana. I haven’t seen or heard a single elephant this entire trip. Not even a little one.

I am not 100% certain when we will be called to meet our next adventure but I have no doubt that we will prevail and bring honor, prestige and a host of amazing artifacts to The Museum of The World’s Most Curious Curiosities. As we have some quiet time while we recuperate, I plan on taking Tipton out into the sea to teach him some basic strokes. Of course it’s difficult to make plans because adventuring can pop-up at any moment and dash your beautiful plate of plans into bits. Tiny little bits that one will never be able to put back together into anything resembling the plate it once was.

We must always be vigilant to all the things we do not yet know. And those things we don’t yet know that we don’t know, or haven’t even realized we need to know because they seem on the surface to be rather mundane and uninteresting, yet they turn out to be fascinating – and filled with elephants.

In the year of our Lord, one thousand eighteen hundred thirty.

F.H. Longwell III

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