The Golden Spyglass

My paper map was firmly anchored, but a seasoned captain needs a proper spyglass to survey the horizon! Resting right against the ceramic lamp base was a shiny brass pen cap, hollow and glinting in the morning light. With both hands, I hoisted the brass cylinder and balanced it right over my left eye, pointing it straight across the vast wooden plains of the side table. Through the little aperture, the familiar carpet below transformed into a mysterious, distant ocean trench! Surveying uncharted waters with brand new optics can mean only one thing—time to claim me booty!