The true pirate sailed the high seas looting everything he could find. Then he landed his ship on a sandy isle and sat for a moment thinking. He dug in the sand with his hands and placed his treasure in it, quickly covering it up so that nobody would see the secret location. Then looking around and seeing nobody he laughed maniacally and lit his sailboat on fire. He watched as the roaring flames consumed his boat. Soon there was just a bit of wood left on the boat and he began to realize that part of the boat was still under water. Frantically he tried to gather the remaining pieces and put them on the dry land so that they would burn, but to his dismay the fire went out when a big wave rolled in. He chuckled to himself, grabbed one of the boards and started wading out to sea.

Years later a young couple is walking on the beach and they see a little piece of drift wood floating lazily by the shore.

The question is, will they ever find the true pirates treasure?

I'm still trying to figure out why it mattered that there was drift wood or not? If the young couple came years later, they could have figured that the drift wood was from anywhere. From any far away ship mishap, or drifted tree. Also, the connection to drift wood and treasure is beyond my comprehension. The sea has many friends, but makes even more enemies.

That would depend on the tangibility of the pirate's treasure. His true treasure isn't the loot that he got from his pillaging, but the relishing feel of independant individualism. If we are talking though of the loot that he got, someone someday should find it, maybe not that couple. But in an alternate scenario, the beach itself was his treasure.

hehe

Haha :)