Rory 9

The first thing he did was crumble the treasure map and toss it away.  Rory was positively sick of them.  He pushed the bandana away from his eyes and peered into the chest.  Its contents were glistening.  He'd traveled far to reach this point, across oceans in a submarine, deserts with a shield blocking the glare from his eyes, and into the heart of China, with its pagodas hiding what he sought.  A crow followed him much of the way.  He took the treasure and dumped it into a cauldron, and set the contents boiling.  Flakes bubbled to the surface.  Fool's gold, naturally.