UPDATE: THE TREASURE HAS BEEN FOUND
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Remember to always venture beyond the horizon, where fortune favors the bold.
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A FAREWELL MESSAGE FROM THE CAPTAIN
In the very beginning of this hunt, I wrote that the spirit of adventure and treasure hunting is not dead. Its seed merely lays dormant in the hearts of the curious, and to those brave enough to seek it out. Well I want to thank everyone for being brave enough to seek and for being part of this experiment. The fortitude and mental prowess exhibited by all who hunted was a marvel to watch and something truly special to be a part of. I hope some of you found excitement, community, and learned a little about the history that makes this city so great.
However, all good things in life end abruptly and never how we planned. This was a bittersweet ending for all but one. As wounds heal and scars form, I can only hope your spark and lust for adventure eventually return. Maybe you’ve awoken part of yourself that you didn’t know was there. Perhaps that was the proverbial treasure all along.
I hope that you continue your journey to solve the clues and crack the code. Although the primary incentive is now gone, the clues and mystery still beckon you. After all, we don’t stop running the marathon once the first person crosses the finish line. I believe the intrinsic joy of solving puzzles is the real driving force behind you true hunters. The treasure is merely this movie’s MacGuffin.
The conclusion of this treasure hunt is a bittersweet moment for this weathered, brash pirate captain as well. The hunt signifies the culmination of the last year of my life. Conceiving such an outlandish concept and bringing it to life was gratifying for me in many ways. But for all you spirited barnacles to buy-in to said ridiculous concept, and willingly go down rabbit holes I could never fathom, has been the honor and a privilege of my lifetime.
Now I shall bid ye farewell as I set sail on the morrow. Down the East River, past the green point and the red hook, and into the blustery autumn night towards the open ocean to chase the horizon line. I’ll tip my hat and nod in kind to lady liberty as our paths cross for perhaps the last time. She’ll stand majestic watching my galleon slowly shrink into the distance until there’s nothing left but sea and sky.
May the sea grant you all safe passage and strong rum.
Your friend and foremost adversary,
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