Crazy In Love | Buggy

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The day had started out so unremarkably average that If you had told me that morning my whole life would change, I would have laughed in your face. I had been going through the motions of my normal routine when all hell had broken loose.

That morning, I had eaten my standard breakfast with my family, both of my parents, and my younger brother, Jean. Like always, we made small talk: discussed our usual things like how my work was going, how Jean's school was going, the weather, the newest town gossip, and other trivial things like that.

After I was finished my breakfast, I headed straight to work just as I always did. If I had known what was to come, I would have appreciated the walk more. I would have taken in the sights of everything, taken a good look and made a mental memory of every inch of my town. If only I had known that soon, it would be a wreck.

My job was perhaps the most boring job one could possibly have. I was a librarian, in my towns one and only library. It was was a small building, hidden in the back of town, where people scarcely visited.

Despite its tiny size, it was actually packed to the brim with some interesting reads.

They weren't native to our town, however. Years prior, our town had been a hot spot for pirates.

They used our town for a hide out. Mainly, this was because our town was both small and well hidden. It didn't even appear on most world maps. It meant that when the navy went looking for them, they never checked our town.

Once the pirates had realised what an amazing hiding place our town was, they began to store their treasures here, too. One of the many things they hide in our town, was stolen books and important maps.

This was actually the main reason why I took the job as a librarian. Secretly, I loved pirates. It was born from the fact that the pirates that visited our town were pretty nice. They never harmed us - in fact, they often brought us supplies as reward for us hiding them.

We formed somewhat of a bond with them, particularly with their red haired captain.

The children in the town, of which I was one at that time, all wanted to join them. Our parents, of course, were not so happy about this. Their leader heavily encouraged us not to be a pirate, which surprised me.

Still, I took the job as a librarian, studied every single one of their maps and books, in the desperate hope I may join them one day. I discovered pretty quickly that I had a photographic memory, meaning I could quote and cite all those books and map from memory.

If the library burned down and all the books had been destroyed, I could have rewritten everything by memory. I had tried to tell the red haired captain this, who just told me that a gift like that meant I shouldn't be a pirate - I should educate myself, get a good job. It was a disappointment.

In reality, I just wanted a change. I was bored and wanted some adventures. That was something that, even all those years later, I still yearned for.

I stuck by my job, however. Even without the prospect of being a pirate, the work was still interesting and I kept reading those books over and over again. I sat in work that day, re-reading the most impressive of the books that they had left. It seemed to be a very long map which led to some insane treasure.