A DIFFERENT TALE
Epilogue
Because of the sinking of the
Titanic, Jack and I were left with no money. He found some coins on the ground,
but nothing that could really get us anywhere.
That is, until one day he walked
into a bar for a drink with a dime he had found, and a couple of men were
playing poker. Jack had about forty cents saved up, so he joined the group.
Jack was determined, and these
men were rich and betting things of serious value, confident that they would
succeed. I smiled when I looked down at Jack’s cards.
A full house.
"This is what started the
adventure," I whispered in his ear.
He smiled and tossed in a dime.
The other men raised him, and one man put down a deed to a crummy old shack he
owned, but of course he had a mansion and wouldn’t be too upset if he lost the
shack.
I handed Jack some of the money I
had collected, and he tossed it into the pile. The pile of cash got bigger and
bigger, until finally three of the four men had folded. Jack turned to the last
man, who laid down three aces.
Jack laughed and slammed his
cards down on the table. I opened up my rucksack, and Jack shoved the money and
the deed inside the pack. Before any of the men could realize what had just
happened, we were out of the bar.
Jack and I laughed the whole way
to the shack. How weird it was that he just had won us what we needed.
Jack opened the door to the
shack. It wasn’t too bad. Nice little rooms, two to be exact, a kitchen, and a
bathroom. I chose a room and tossed down my pack. I walked over to Jack’s room
and leaned on the wall.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"You’re awesome at
poker."
The End.