Many a man fumbled from beaten path
To this jungle of Nature's wrath
I heard villagers mumbling as I took the pass
Damning my destination and If looks could lash
My back would bulge with lacerations…
In broken English he confides,
I’d turn and hide from Jungles Innards
I nod and grin, heart set on treasure within
Spanish pesetas bloodied by treacherous sin
The tale of conquest and riches begins
With Colonel Ortega and his bloodthirsty men
How they ravaged and pillaged across what then,
Was uncharted lands where fortune was kin
To adventure and lasting legacy
They marched forth beheading the leaders of clans
Chopping the hands from woman and man
To make all others understand their plunder
Was a soul’s blunder to covet or keep
How lifeblood seeped into harrowed nations
Spaniards deems ripe for the taking
Ortega carried with him a bustling sum
Of pesetas to trade for Peruvian Rum
King Charles had requested with regal gumption
It is most historian’s assumption
Ortega was overcome by united clansmen
Never returning to his armada
But before he gave up the ghost
The Colonel buried one million pesetas
So here I am, Thorn Spencer, treasure hunter extraordinaire
Risking life & limb for coin as if death had issued solemn dare
Amaru & I use machetes to slice a path displayed on ancient map
That came into my possession without toil or aggression
I vow to capitalize, the sight of my eyes
Clouded by wanderlust and greed
The vines & the snakes, all the perils of this place
Have me unphased - Fortune the only future seen…
Day 32 - Grimness now in view
Askew from optimism of past
Amaru backtracked for more supplies
It’s been weeks since I’ve seen him last….
I wander and scavenge as the mighty jungle begins to ravage
How I roast snakes like the starving savage I am.
Goddamn Ortega and his men. Damn their pesetas
Now the only treasure I aim to win is Home…
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