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  • Roger's great grandfather William had died leaving everything to him .Roger did not understand this as he thought that his great grandfather would hardly know him, his parents had barred him from ever seeing him.

    William was the black sheep of the family , the adventurous one who hardly anyone seemed to know anything about. When mention was ever made about him it was in hushed tones. It was as though the mention of his name was to be spoken quietly..Roger was forbidden, on pain of severe punishment, to ever mention the name of William, his great grandfather.

    Yet he had left all his worldly goods to Roger. The solicitor said Roger was now a very rich man and could live a comfortable life rom now on. Roger wondered could he now mention his name. Say out loud "Hi, Great Grandad William".

    After going through his personal items, all packed in two large steamer trunks with labels everywhere. Large ungainly containers that by the labels had been all over the world. Roger laid all the contents out on the floor of his sitting room. There were the usual knick knacks of a traveller, postcards and memento's from everywhere William had been A wonderful colourful collection.

    What stood out was a smallish jar, it had no label on it saying what it was there was just a date. Curiosity got the better of Roger so he started going through the many diaries. William had made copious notes about the places and customs of the countries he had visited in his travels. It took many hours of reading before Roger found the date on the jar.

    He had gone sailing single handed or so it appeared. How could an old man sail such a large yacht as the one illustrated in the diary, Roger wondered. This seemed so out of context with all his other writing. Perhaps it was just the ramblings of a lonely man.

    After several days, with water and provisions running low, he spotted a small island. At first glance it appeared totally uninhabited . On landing he saw there were lots of fruit trees around so he stopped and filled many baskets, that he had brought with him . These would replenish the many empty cupboards on the yacht.

    On the third day, he thought he saw faces through the small bushes dotting the beach. He ignored them and carried on filling his baskets. His writing gets a trifle odd in parts here and there is a mention of a large man called Dan. Dan gets mentioned as being of a fiery character, very unlike Williams placid manner. Seeing the faces in the bushes Dan rushed forward shouting and swearing. Not so William ho just carried on filling his baskets.

    On his return from his next trip, back to the boat, he noticed a strange object next to his baskets. It looked like the shrunken head of Da. Taking this as a warning William gathered up the last of his needs and returned to the boat. He then goes on to write that he placed the head in this glass jar and dated it. It was indeed the head of Dan, a very violent man. Wherever they had been Dan was feared for his temper, he had nearly killed several men for no real reason at all. He was so unlike William roger wondered at their companionship.

    There was a small note at the end of this note in his diary that said the head of Dan in the Jar would perhaps serve as a reminder to others of Peace to other people.
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