"Ah", said the landowner, "the Grateful Dead. Saw them at Virginia Poly in Blacksburg, back in '78".
"HEH! I just grateful to be alive and back in my own time. HEH!", was ARC reply.
"What's in that chest and where did you get it", asked the man's wife?
ARC ignored that question, instead turning to the arrival from Florida, "Can you give me a ride to my motel"?
"Sure thing. I need to put some distance between what we all saw and my thoughts on that matter".
" ARC ,wait a minute" said the landowner. Did you see the eye?"
" All kinds of stuff in there ...wait ,ya ,I think so" and ARC started fishing in the eighty pockets of his adventuring vest with the world map on it's inner lining.
" Oooops ,that's not it he grinned and dropped the blunts back in a pocket ,then continued to pull up and drop several more curious objects before " walla!"
Producing the eye and handing it to the land owner ,who raccooned it around till spotting a round outline on the optic nerve side.
Opening the pen knife on his watch chain he gently probed around the outline ...then with a " snap" a disc shape hinged open.
"ARC, you wouldn't have a watch /clock winder would you?".
More fishing ( and only having to search until pocket number sixtytwo this time) and a watch ,chain,fob,penknife,and winder were produced.
" Too big" the landowner grumbled and ground the two teeth in turns on the concrete till they fit.
A gentle winding and the eye began blinking morse code again.
" Careful folks , don't look at it directly" he said ,already counting the dots/dashes and sequences.