Kevin was on a "Rio" kick after watching the movie. I showed him where Rio de Janeiro was on the geocaching map and then zoomed back to see all of S. America and then the Americas. I saw an odd cache off in the Pacific Ocean. It said the cache was located in Albania. A closer review showed it is a test cache for the geocaching.com/Groundspeak employees. It clearly states logs from non-Lackeys will be deleted. I didn't let that stop me. Since I hadn't found an actual cache there, I could write a DNF log. Strange cache in a strange location ...
I'm still not really sure what happened. All I remember is I was on a ship with this creepy guy named Michael and a Korean guy named Jin. We were just working away just like any other day when something felt wrong. Now, Michael was a maverick. He would do the wildest things which would get anyone killed. Yet somehow, he survived it all. It was as if he was testing his mortality and he was winning (not in the Charlie Sheen winning sense, he is even stranger but we're going off course just like this ship).
We could see this island off in the distance which wasn't on our charts. Could it be Atlantis? Were we just hallucinating from being out at sea for so long? We started going for it when we see this copter flying out and one dude bails. What is it with all these suicidal lunatics?!?!
The copter gets closer and this woman starts yelling out Jin's name as he's waving his arms like he's at an 80's rap concert (put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care!). At this point, I'd had enough and walked over to the other side of the ship as far as I could to get away from these guys. Then, there was this explosion.
I got jettisoned hundreds of yards out into the ocean with 3rd degree burns and a horrible headache. That's when I noticed the strangest thing yet. Remember how I mentioned we were near an island (at N 30° 55.525 W 140° 26.531, btw)? Well, it just vanished. Just a flash of light and it got swallowed up.
That was seven years ago. It took a long time for me to flag down a passing vessel to rescue me out at sea and get me medical attention. It was five years afterwards when I found out about geocaching and now, after intense psychotherapy, I am able to speak about this horrible event without collapsing emotionally. However, it wasn't until today that I realized that the island was just the largest cache ever created. What's scary is that cache was muggled by God, Poseidon, Davy Jones (not the Monkees guy) or some other powerful being. So, this cache needs maintenance. I wasn't able to sign the logbook though. It was probably damp anyway. I'd say thanks for the cache but, dude, really, years of psychotherapy. I'm sure you understand.
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