This time a story (again, about fine art) from my uncle.

 ''What is not worth dreaming about...''

Hello there, buddy!

 Charlie the ginger cat has returned. My dear friend, I hope my stories will make you happy and help you take a small break from your everyday routine.

 I promised to tell you about my uncle's tale, which was surprisingly related to one of my hostesses' canvas painting.

Nobody knows when my uncle first heard this one, but everyone imagines a cat born in a library with a home artworks gallery learning to create them, too. 

He was sure he had once overheard a fascinating conversation between two guys. 

Their names were Jeremy and Paul. Jeremy was bewildered and tried to find something on a bookshelf.

"Are you going on vacation?" Paul questioned. Are you looking for an entertaining thriller to pass your travel time?"

"I require a chronicle," Jeremy responded. I need specific information about the pirate wars in the Caribbean Sea during Captain Blood's time."

Paul's eyes were wide open. Jeremy swiftly explained why he needed that chronicle: ''This may be foolishness, but we all know that unusual things happen. I read the famous ''Odyssey of Captain Blood'' once again. Have you read this book before?

As Paul glanced at Jeremy, he moved his head in various ways. And Jeremy ended his story, grinning. 

"Captain Blood was wrongfully condemned in England and sent as a slave to Barbados, but he managed not only to escape the humiliation of being enslaved but also to become the leader of a company of sailors and even seize a sailing ship."

His honesty and boldness were legendary back then.

Once, after a furious battle with the Spanish squadron, his troop was forced to anchor in an unknown cove. 

The mooring took place at night, and the next day, they observed an England flag fluttering on top of a high hill on the fort's fortifications.

 The defence's cannonball sailed over their ship and exploded well to the starboard side, much to their pleasure. After taking the bastion, the assault team sailors were startled to learn that just a small unit of Marines defended the whole fort!

 The entire fort leadership had been chasing Captain Blood for months. 

Captain Blood used the one-week opportunity to repair the ship and replenish the freshwater supplies.

 In the same week, I learned that Blood had hidden a box with his half of the wealth on the hill's slope. As is customary with Blood, the coordinates for this site were weirdly supplied.

Of course, you must first go to this island.

Second, go to the beginning of the month, when the fort's slopes are covered with barberry blooms.

 When a rainbow rises on the horizon in the afternoon rain, stand where the longest extended branch of the barberry bush bisects the semicircle underneath the rainbow. 

The treasure of Captain Blood is hidden beneath this bush. On the bay's east bank, a shrub should grow. So, in a nutshell, I am going to find that treasure!

Jeremy was so persuasive and passionate that Paul was shocked and wondered if Jeremy had gone nuts when he said, "Hey, fellow, did you visit a doctor?" But Jeremy couldn't do anything; his closing remarks fueled Paul's suspicions. 

Looking over Paul's shoulder, Jeremy commented condescendingly that he had already resigned from the firm to which he had dedicated the finest years of his life and was now free to follow his dreams. Paul exited the library, but his nervous mood prevented him from opening the car door for too long.

As for me, after my nap, I finished my fantastic tuna and began to scratch my head when I spotted the modern artwork on the dinning room wall.