Wake-up call from the past

On Sunday, Paul was surprised the weather was good even in Kiel. So after having a gorgeous cup of coffee he decided this time would be dedicated for taking a nice walk at the Kiel Fjord. But as he took a mechanic step out of the lovely building that had a touch of Hogwarts in its deepest foundations, Paul recognized there was some bulky refuse situated on the opposite side of the Field Road. Snoopy and crazy about antiques like he is, Paul quickly passed the street and took a close look. And he was lucky! There was an old typewriter, model Olympia Monica, handy in its carrying bag, in very good conditions and even ready to work with a print ribbon. With a yell of ecstasy, Paul was catapulted into the clouds by a great fluky jump.

Now there will be no boredom and silence in his room anymore!!! When he returns to Leipzig in a lovely amount of time, he will bestow it upon a nice person, but yet he is not sure to whom.

Anyways, after the day couldn’t get any better, he went to the fjord. The weather was great, and the fresh wind waved trough his air intake filter. There were some ships, many families and couples. Dogs, skaters, and even some people those were almost as snoopy as Paul.

The winter left its footprints in the water, and Paul climbed on the ice floes, jumping from one to another. 

Suddenly he saw something much unexpected: A strange bottle with a postage stamp on and a message in it was floating right besides Paul! His heart began to pump, pearls of excitement-liquid streamed down his face. It was even directly targeted at him! “to Paul” was written in great black letters on it. Could this be a coincidence or was it fate? He felt a strong allurement of this object. He never felt something like that for a bottle in the past before, believe me my friends! 

He had to get this stuff out of the water. Under great efforts, he managed it to pull the heavy bottle out of the water. The bottle was so heavy because it was made from pure crystal and only apparently had some similarities to a modern bottle some of you may know by chance.

The sun was shining through the crystal, water drops rolled off the ancient vessel. The scroll in the inside was yellowed and showed traces of fire, but all in all it seemed to be intact. What message would it abandon? Could it be a treasure map? Why was his name on the bottle? Paul was sure it could contain something of great personal and financial worth for him. He decided it was not save enough to open it right now, he had to return to Hogwarts and wait until everyone was sleeping.

So as the sun had sunk behind the horizon and the wind howled, Paul opened the mysterious bottle. The aroma of smut and rum climbed to Pauls smell sensor. It was a hard work to unravel the crumbly paper out of the tiny bottleneck. Only the candles where watching Pauls travails.

Finally, he did it and enrolled the scroll… and got the shock of his life!!!

“ARRRRRRRRRRR, LANDRUBBER!!! SHAME ON YOU!!! PHEEE!!! I SPIT IN YOUR FACE! WITH YOUR WEAKLY BEHAVIOUR, YOU ASPERSED THE GLORY OF OUR FAMILY!!! STOP CRYING AROUND LIKE A LITTLE CRY-BABY JUST BECAUSE OF LOVE, SON, AND LISTEN TO ME: THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE IS SEARCHING TREASURES! TAKE ME, FOR EXAMPLE: I TRIED MY WHOLE LIFE TO FIND A FAMOUS TREASURE AND I WAS A VALUED AND DREADED ROBOT. WAIT FORRR IT, I WILL CAST THIS SCHABERNACK OUT OF YOUR HEAD, AS SURE AS I AM PAUL THE PIRATE, ARRRRRRRR!!! 
AND THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW I FOUND A TREASURE…”

While the old captain continued his remarks the whole night, Paul listened in polite astonishment and excitement. Maybe this guy was damn right, arrr!

What did the Pirate Captain tell Paul? To be continued…