ROBERT MORRISS: CANNIBAL SLAYER

[ECS]

The Tiki Bar & Grille Official Beale Cipher Conclave ended after the mention of that Britain Simon Singh offer of $25,000 American for a solved Beale cipher.
The man from Louisiana stated flatly." Singh needs to add a zero to that amount and a job with MI6 before I let him see a word from my limerick"!
With that they dispersed, all heading their different ways, all unaware of the events on the Peaks of Otter with the mystical glass eye, and both believing that they knew and were friends with the only man to solve the Beale codes.

 

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[Rebel - KGC]

MEANWHILE, "Pffffffffffffffffffffffttttt!" WHITE NOISE on the Telly in the PoO Lodge room...? Static...? Slowly, a FACE began to emerge on the Telly... it was ROD! He started to speak... (Twilght Zone Theme song is playing...)

 

[ECS]

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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.

"Anyone got a pencil and paper to write down this dots and dashes", asked the landowner?
The Mrs dug deep in her purse, producing a highly chewed pencil and a receipt from a Harris-Teeter grocery store.
The landowner wrote down all the flashing dots and dashes which continued for a full five minutes and then the glass eye stopped transmitting.
"Can either of you read Morse code"?

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Lot of "noise" here... did you say MORRISS code...?

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Heh...

 

[ECS]

Lot of "noise" here... did you say MORRISS code...?

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"No, it's MORSE, and the message keeps repeting".
"What does it say"?
"I have no idea, that's why I asked if anyone knows Morse code".

 

[ECS]

MEANWHILE...

"Bezoar stones ! Of all the 1715 fleet treasure lost in that storm, I get to time trip and recover bezoar stones. Just ain't right".

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Heh, if you say so...

 

[ARC]

Whilst ECS sleeps... ARC sneaks over and places 3 Benzoar stones strategically on ECS's face... one on each eye... and the final upon his slightly open lips...
For good luck and fortune...
ARC begins to sneak away and suddenly hears a gurgling sound emanating from ECS...
The one upon his lips has fallen in deep and with no time to waste ARC applies the Heimlich maneuver to ECS...
but it is too late...
ECS awakens and begins chewing and swallowing the stone... while still blind with stone dust...

To be continued... :P

 

[Rebel - KGC]

LAWDY! Such VIOLENCE!

 

[Rebel - KGC]

WELCOME to... SHOCK THEATER! (Theme Song playing). FAVE show... CRAWLING EYE, on a FOGGY mountain-top; GREAT B & W! Aka The Trollenberg Terror (1958).

 

[ECS]

...
ECS awakens and begins chewing and swallowing the stone...

Not only does a bezoar stone protects one from poison, but it also contains mystical powers.
Turning on his television and switching to the BBC AMERICA channel to the "SINGH ALONG WITH SIMON" show is playing, there is a man quoting a limerick to Simon Singh and demanding a reward. Simon was laughing as ECS turned of the TV with his mind.
Now that was curious, curious indeed, he thought.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Thought...? With his mind...? Curious, indeed...

 

[ECS]

COSMIC... VERY Cosmic!

"His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement-a grotesque one.
"You do not comprehend?" he said.
"Not I," I replied.
"Then you are not of the brotherhood".
"How?"
"You are not of the Masons".
"Yes, yes," I said "yes, yes".
"You? Impossible! A Mason?"
"A Mason," I replied.
"A sign," he said.
"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the robes of my roquelaire.
"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces.
"But let us proceed to the Amontillado" "
Putting down the book of Poe's stories, he remembered the man who was currently working in China whose research revealed the Beale Papers as a Masonic allegory.
Very possible, as James Beverly Ward was once a member of Richmond's Dove Lodge # 51, and that was during the "2nd year of the Confederate War".
A curious coincidence, but then again he thought, the Beale story and those involved in the printing, publishing and advertising of the job pamphlet ALL had curious coincidences to that work.

 

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Raucous cries bounced about the peaks as the crows returned with fresh plunder of shiny trinkets from the lodge.
Stealing from each others cache's and rediscovering forgotten items of their own among centuries of the same habit of "pretty shiny must be for me's" made the old raven chuckle...

"It's the same story the crow told me
It's the only one he know
like the morning sun you come
and like the wind you go
Ain't no time for hate
barley time to wait
Whoa-oh what I want to know
where does the time go"
The Dead's "Uncle John's Band was running though the landowners head as the glass kept flashing its repeating message which not one of them could understand.
"I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb".
"That's it", He said, "I may know where the vault is thanks to a Dead song"!
The man looked at him, saying," Whoa-oh, I want to know, how does the song go"?

 

[releventchair]

Poor Fortunado no longer jingles nor thirsts.
His hind site now better,his fore site was worse.

 

[ECS]

Two hundred yards downslope the man laid his detector on the rocks and sat for a rest...

He had been to Bedford county many times since his discovery of a scalloped top copy of the Declaration of Independence in an old cast iron Ben Franklin stove he purchased at a Pennsylvania flea market. He been up and down the Peaks and into several caves, once with a television film crew. He saw Beale's initials on rocks and other carved treasure signs, but after several years of visits, no treasure vault.
When on the verge of giving up he always repeated Josephs Campbell's quote as a mantra:
"The cave you fear to enterholds the treasure that you seek".

 

[releventchair]

He had been to Bedford county many times since his discovery of a scalloped top copy of the Declaration of Independence in an old cast iron Ben Franklin stove he purchased at a Pennsylvania flea market. He been up and down the Peaks and into several caves, once with a television film crew. He saw Beale's initials on rocks and other carved treasure signs, but after several years of visits, no treasure vault.
When on the verge of giving up he always repeated Josephs Campbell's quote as a mantra:
"The cave you fear to enterholds the treasure that you seek".

Ahh yes.

 

[ECS]

...
A refresher seemed in order....

Hearing that song about Alabama by a Florida band that were in an airplane crash that killed some members always prepared him for a another repel down a cliff in search of the treasure vault. Made him feel as free as a bird, like the raven and crows that had been watching him.

 

[releventchair]

A visit to an ol- timer and the acquisition of a bottle of wine there revealed a slightly different tact / tack for the adventurer.
Sure of his ridged document from a discarded stove he would hie ever towards the next prospect.
Sweet Home would have to wait for the homeward victory march.

The slightest waif of a song caught ,then followed in his juggernaut draft ;not arriving in turn ,in time , until after he had left each site...
Would it ever catch up?