“Hey Jack, look over there, a small chapel hidden behind those palm
trees in the jungle,” said Jill, pointing excitedly, “let’s have a look.”
Jack and Jill were enjoying their vacation wandering about on the
island of La Gaviota in the Caribbean after having won a two-week all expenses
paid trip in a TV contest.
“Maybe it’s Blackbeard’s chapel, the notorious pirate who became
religious at the end of his days,” said Jack. “Before dying of yellow fever, he
hid his treasure and his crew was never able to find it.”
They entered the small solitary chapel, floor and walls partly
overgrown with jungle vegetation, and saw a rectangular altar on which stood a
large golden cross. A PX Christogram was embroidered on the altar cloth.
“Look, Jack!! There are seven cannons stuck vertically into the ground
muzzle first with their round ends cut off, leaving gaping holes. They are all placed
in a semicircle in front of the altar,” said Jill with a slight gasp of surprise.
“Sure Jill, I also see three piles of cannon balls, four to each pile, spread
in a fan pattern in front of the cannons. I wonder why?”
“I read that Blackbeard fell in love with a nun named Maria and decided
to leave all his gold and jewels to the Church for good works, but the yellow
fever got them both before they could do it.
“Really, how interesting. Blackbeard must have been a special guy.”
Jill was fascinated.
Behind the altar there was a painting of the Ascension, the frame supported
by two sturdy wooden pillars well fixed in masonry.
“Look at the hymn board over there, Jack. Psalms 101:3. What could that
“I know that psalm, seems Blackbeard was penitent. I wonder what the
number MMMMVII inscribed in gold letters on the altar cloth stands for,” said
Jack, scratching his head, “and the text at the bottom of the painting:”
GLOBULI IN FORAMINIS AURUM REVELARE
“Twelve cannon balls and seven cannons. I’ve read that Blackbeard was quite inventive, maybe there’s a mechanism for opening something,” Jack mused, eyeing the inverted cannons.
“Then the cannon balls must be involved somehow, maybe to exert
pressure, and don’t forget the numbers, Jack.” suggested Jill.
“That gives me an idea,” said Jack, pulling out a pen, notepad and a calculator
from his bag. Let me figure out how long it will take.”
“I’ll Google the Latin,” said Jill, cheerfully, “I have a feeling we’ll
work this out pretty soon, Jack. Say, I wonder where they’re buried.”
What do you figure Jack and Jill could
do to uncover Blackbeard’s treasure?