Haul the water canons up from the firehouse on M street and blast the clock face.

The Arabic majors did this I tell ya’!

It all started when a rival treasurehunter accused my great uncle Theodore Gates of that my great uncle Theodore Gates sunk the battleship Maine and started the Spanish-American War. I had to defend my family and find the truth, which somehow led me on a chase for the lost platinum hoard of the Committee of 300. One clue led to another until I discovered that the latitude and longitude coordinates were sealed into the Healy tower clock hands after they survived the British burning of Washington in the War of 1812 and were eventually given to Georgetown as a gift for harboring America’s founding documents during that troubling time. The clock hands form a sort of puzzle that only a master historian/treasure hunter/puzzle enthusiast/Georgetown alumnus/somehow both dashing and approachable man such as myself could figure out. Needless to say, I figured it out and with little time to spare as we were soon found by a treasure hunting splinter-group of the Daughters of the American Revolution. We escaped through the tunnels below Georgetown after a fun and family-friendly chase through Reiss where my sidekick Reilly made some great wisecracks and I totally saved Dr. Abigail Chase a few times.

Now, I’m on my way to San Antonio to the treasure’s final resting place: The Alamo. But can we get the treasure before it’s too late? Can I clear my uncle’s name and find out what really happened to the USS Maine? These thoughts way heavily on me as does my ancestor’s legacy. I know I should be used to this by now, but this feels like my greatest adventure. Perhaps my final adventure? Keep me in your thoughts, my peers; God willing, I will leave the Alamo with a shitload of platinum.