As one after another of my plans failed, it was still my
last ditch scheme I could fall back on. Even if the bird farming failed (which
it did), even if my diamond mine collapsed (which it did, financially and
literally), even if my stock market manipu… Genius was discovered (which it
wasn’t, but only because I had to stop before I got caught), there was always
my grandfather’s galleon, lost at sea with all that Spanish Gold.
Eventually, out of options, I mounted the recovery mission.
Did you know Spanish Gold was a brand name for coffee, back
then?
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