He had a good feeling about this one. The idea that it’d pay off good .. big-time. It’d better. He was broke. Some fucker had wiped him out. His stash had vanished. He reckoned he knew who it was .. and he’d feed that cocksucker his own balls when he got his hands on him. But meantime ……
Own stupid fault, that dumb sucker, shooting his mouth off in a tavern. Conan didn’t normally put more store in pub talk about buried treasure. But it had been worth a try. He’d put the squeeze on. And the sucker had bled.
Nothing to lose if it turned out to be bullshit. And the fucker would regret shooting his load in a bar .. every time he chewed on meat with his remaining teeth. And what bitch was gonna give him a second glance with a face mangled up like that?
Serve the fucker right! But Conan DID have a good feeling. He was gonna hear the chink of gold again.
Fuck did that old granny howl when he broke in and stripped her pantry. Had to give her a good slapping to stop her waking the neighbours. No problem stealing himself a sail. Couple of days at sea .. and there it was .. the deserted island where the pirates had stashed it away.
Conan felt good vibes. He was gonna be rich.