“I didn’t know you were a philosopher, child. Very impressive speaking skills. But I won’t listen to you"

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he captain looked alarmed to hear of John’s nefarious plan.

“And how do you know he is planning a mutiny?”

“I overheard him talking to sailors on the island. He’s going to hire them to work on your ship, and then once you’re at sea, he’ll start a full-blown mutiny!”

“Not if I can help it! I’ll outsmart that wicked man, and it won’t be the first time.”

“But captain, why don’t you simply kick John off your ship?”

“Because I need his help. Whether I like him or not, he’s a seasoned fighter, and when I’m traveling in dangerous territory, I need an experienced fighter who knows what he’s doing. So John has to stay.”

“And what happens when you reach the Lost Island? Won’t he try to claim all of the treasures for himself?”

“You really have no clue, do you?” The captain laughed. “The Lost Island contains treasures as far as your little eyes can see. Gold, rubies, jewels of every type and size! There’s simply too much good to be passed around for anyone to feel they need it all for themselves.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Captain. With all due respect, our sages say that when someone has 100, he wants 200, and the desire for more money goes on and on and on…”

“Hmmm… So you think John will get greedy?”

“I was actually talking about you.”

“Excuse me, boy?”

“Sorry, Captain, but I had to say it. You’re a fellow Jew, and I care about you. I fear you’re headed toward disaster in your search for the Lost Island. Even if you reach your goal, you’ll never be satisfied. Won’t you stop this treasure hunt and begin searching for the real treasures your Jewish heritage has in store for you?”

“I didn’t know you were a philosopher, child. Very impressive speaking skills. But I won’t listen to you. What do you know of treasure hunts and lost islands filled with gold? All you know of pleasure is a tiny piece of candy. When you grow up you’ll appreciate why I’m doing this.”

“No, I’m afraid you’re very wrong, Captain. I hope you’ll change your mind before it’s too late.” Tuvia shook his head sadly. “The sun is setting soon, and the ship taking me toward my home will be leaving. Goodbye, and thank you for saving my life.”

“Twice,” the captain said softly. “Once when my men found you and then today.”

“Yes, thank you for that as well.”

“Farewell, child. Safe travels.”

“You as well.”

Tuvia and the captain shook hands and walked away from each other.

(Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 802)