McGraw walked through the forest looking for some sign of a trail or road that he could follow to perhaps find a village or a town where he could stock up on supplies.
He wandered until he stumbled upon a camp. He slowly approached it, grinning as he cocked his pistol and snuck up on the single tent. He flipped back the cover and thrust his gun into it, unfortunately there was nobody there.
McGraw looked around the camp for signs of the whereabouts of the 'camper'. He spotted broken twigs in the direction of the beach...
He decided to search the tent for clues, and to satisfy the uncomfortable, nagging fear growing inside of him.
He searched until he found a rather hefty sack of gold doubloons. His eyes widened and he opened it hurriedly. A shockingly familiar coin fell out first, he hastily picked it up. It was his first-mate's lucky coin. It was distinct in the fact that it had a bite mark on the left side of a small hole drilled on top of it for lacing string through it. His first-mate always wore it around his neck.
McGraw closed the bag and replaced everything as it was before after swiping about five gold pieces before hand. He backed out of the area where he came, trying to the best of his ability to replace the greenery as it was found.
He rushed back to his cabin after making about a twenty yard back-pace of replacing shrubs and branches, his fear had been confirmed. He knew someone was out to get him now.
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