George was a proud Navy man. He had shipped out early in the war, and served in both the Atlantic and the Pacific; he even survived having his ship sunk by a torpedo during the landing at Normandy. Now, the war was just about over; the Empire of Japan had surrendered after the attacks in Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
George’s ship was cruising the South Pacific, and was sent to investigate a small atoll that was recently evacuated by Japanese forces, and was supposed to be deserted. With his ship at anchor, George went ashore with a landing party that was lightly armed, as this was to be a simple reconnaissance mission.
The small rubber raft rode the surf onto the beach, the waves leaving it high up on the sand, George and his shipmates climbed out and onto the shore. After months on the ship, they were glad to feel solid ground under their feet, and stood for a moment listening to the sound of surf crashing and the palm trees rustling in the sea breeze. The atoll was tiny, and it took the group only a few minutes to walk to the widest part of the island, where there was a radio shack and a high tower, which the Japanese used to watch for approaching ships and planes. Now the site appeared empty, the roof on the tower was half gone, and the remainder was banging in the breeze. The radio shack was still intact though; however, it was closed up tight and looked abandoned.
The men were talking loudly amongst themselves, laughing and enjoying their day on the island in the sun. One of the men walked up to the shack and was about to kick the door in, “I hope the former occupants left some good souvenirs behind!” He said, raising his foot to kick. Just then, George noticed that the blinds were moving a little, even though there was still glass in the closed windows! Without a thought for himself, George dove at the sailor who was standing in front of the door, and tackled him just as gunfire exploded through the door! If he had still been standing there, the sailor would have been shredded, but he was saved by George’s quick action!
But George wasn’t finished, while he was still rolling on the ground; he had pulled a grenade off of his belt, and tossed it in through the hole that had appeared in the front door of the shack, yelling “Fire in the hole! All the sailors ducked for cover as the grenade went off and the windows blew out of the shack. As the smoke cleared, George jumped up and yelled “Let’s get ‘em!” as he led the squad into the shack, where they found two dead Japanese soldiers. After making sure that there were no more survivors, the team searched the shack. The radio equipment had been destroyed, and as they sifted through a pile of ashes and scraps on the floor, it become clear that the Japanese had burned their files and paperwork.
Just when it looked like the group would find nothing of any value in the shack, George noticed a loose board in the floor, pulling it up, he found a metal lockbox. The sailors all gathered around as George and another man pried the box open. After a few minutes the lock broke, and the box creaked open. When the men saw what was inside, they let out a collective gasp!
There, in the box were twenty gold bars, each with the imprint of the Emperor of Japan. In addition to the gold, there were diamonds and rubies along with a stack of Japanese Yen. “Wow, what should we do with this?” asked one of the sailors. “I guess we should turn it in to our C.P.O.” said George; but the other men rejected this idea, “Nah, he would just take it for himself, and then charge us with looting!” “So what do we do?” asked George. After some discussion, the five men decided to bury the treasure on the island, and come back for it after the war was over; then each man would get one gold bar, and the rest of the treasure would be stored in a safe place until there was only one man left alive, and then he would take possession of rest of the treasure.
All the sailors agreed on the plan to form a Tontine, and they buried the box under a palm tree in an old ammunition crate. They noted the location of the island on a map, and then returned to their ship, on the rubber raft. Within a few weeks, they arrived back home in San Francisco, and four of them were discharged from the Navy right away. The five men said their goodbyes and headed to their homes and families, but knew they would all stay in touch.
Once back home, the men used their gold to buy houses and start families. The years went by, and life moved on for the five men, then in 1952 one of the former sailors was killed saving a child from a house fire; this event prompted the four survivors to get in touch with each other. After a few phone calls and letters, it was decided that it was time to retrieve their box of treasure and keep it in a safe place.
The four men made arrangements to meet in San Francisco, where one of the men, now a successful businessman, rented a plane to fly the group to the Marshal Islands; from there they would take a boat trip to the small atoll, where their treasure was buried.
The trip took three days, and when they hit the beach on the atoll, the men found it pretty much the same as they had left it. The only thing that had changed was that the observation tower had fallen over in one of the tropical storms. The palm tree was still there, and when they dug, so was the ammunition box which held their treasure!
The group decided that it would be best to let George keep the box for them, as he was the one who had saved their lives on the island, and had proven to be the most trustworthy. At first he was reluctant, but finally agreed to take the box with him and hide it on his property, back in Pennsylvania. Afraid to take the treasure on an airplane home, George decided to rent a car to drive home from San Francisco, making the trip in just three days and arriving home late at night. Although he was tired, the first thing he did was take the treasure box out of the trunk, and he hid it in the small space underneath the smoke house, where he cured meat from the hogs he raised. Once the treasure was buried, George went to bed, and slept soundly.
Years went by, as George and his wife struggled to raise their family. Money was often tight, but George never thought of taking the treasure for his own, even though he had lost track of his old friends. Eventually their kids grew up and moved away and started lives of their own. There was some sadness with the loss of a daughter, but also much joy with the arrival of grandchildren. Then, a few years after he retired, George got some bad news from the doctor, and he knew he had to do something with the treasure to keep it safe.
George called his daughter, and asked her to come to his house. She drove over to see him, concerned. When she got there, she found him in his favorite spot, in the basement, where he liked to watch baseball on TV. She pulled up an old barstool next to his chair and listened while George told her about his medical condition. When she heard the news she was upset and started crying, but after a while she calmed enough so that he could tell her the story of the treasure and the Tontine. She was not sure if she could believe such a wild story, but when he teased her in the past, he could not suppress the mischievous smile that always let her know he was joking; this time however, he remained serious.
George then asked for his daughter’s help to search for the names of the members of the Tontine on the internet and find out who was left. She agreed and went home to use her computer. After doing a quick search, she found that two of the men in the Tontine were still alive. When George’s daughter called to tell him the news, he asked her to keep something safe for him. “What is it dad?” she asked cautiously. George got quiet for a moment, and then said, at just above a whisper: “The treasure!”
Two days later, while her mom was out, George called his daughter and asked her to come over. Overwhelmed by curiosity, she drove over right away. It was a warm spring evening but still light, and George met his daughter outside. Saying “Come with me!” he led her across the lawn to the smokehouse. It was little more than a small shed, and had not been used for years, but still smelled like smoked pork. The scent stirred up memories of childhood for George’s daughter, but her revelry was cut short, as George reached down and started pulling up floorboards. When he was done, he pointed into the hole and told his daughter “Here is the treasure; I need you to take it and hide it for me, until there is only one man left in the Tontine; when that happens, get in touch with him and let him know the treasure is his.” Then he reached down and opened the box, to reveal the gold bars, money and jewels, still safely in their place.
His daughter didn’t know what to say, and just stood there gasping. “I can’t lift this on my own, please help me with it.” said George. Together they each grabbed a handle and lifted the box out of the ground. It was very heavy, and it took a long time for George and his daughter to get it to her SUV. Once loaded onto the truck, they got in and drove to her house, where they planned on burying the treasure underneath her backyard shed.
It took them almost another hour, but they finally got the treasure buried, and George’s daughter promised never to tell the story of the Tontine or the treasure to anyone until the last man was finally given his treasure.
During the following summer and fall, George’s health failed, but the warmth of his smile never faded. At the end, as they said goodbye for the last time, George’s daughter promised to keep his treasure a secret. George heard this, and smiled, telling her “it’s no secret that YOU are my real treasure.” His daughter smiled again, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
George died early the next morning, peacefully in his sleep.
It was almost two years later, and his daughter had not touched the treasure, being true to her father’s wishes. It is not that she couldn’t have used the money, as she struggled through a period of unemployment; but she knew that the treasure was not hers to take. Then, one day she received the email notification she had been waiting for. The Tontine was finished, there was now only one member left. She waited a few days, and then she sent an email to the last surviving member of the Tontine. In the email she explained that she was George’s daughter, and that she knew about the treasure and the agreement. Then she told him that he could come at any time to get what was now his.
It took a few weeks for the man to respond, so long that she was wondering if he too had passed away. Then, one evening in November, there was a knock on the door. George’s daughter went to answer it, and found an elderly gentleman standing there, with a big smile on his face. When she said “Hello?” he introduced himself as the last member of the Tontine. Flustered, George’s daughter didn’t know what to say, but invited the man into her home. She got him some coffee and then sat down next to him on the sofa. “So, I guess you want to see it?” she asked. The man smiled, and said, “Yes, it has been so long, do you have the box here?” George’s daughter nodded and then sent her son out to the shed, to get the treasure box, which she had dug up and placed under a tarp.
A few minutes later, her son came back, “I can’t find it!” he told her. Frustrated, she got up, telling the man “I’ll be right back.” She went to the shed with her son, showed him where the treasure was and together they carried back the treasure box, and set in on the dining room table for the man to open.
The elderly man smiled, and ran his hands over the box, which he had last held as a young sailor. He thought of the men who were with him on that day, and he began to quietly weep. After a few moments, he collected himself and told George’s daughter about when they found the treasure and formed the Tontine, and the bravery and honor that her father displayed that day, as he saved their lives from the Japanese soldiers. Now, it was her turn to weep, as she remembered her father, and thought about how he never told anyone that he was a hero.
When she had stopped crying the man said “I guess it’s time.” And with George’s daughter and grandson watching, he reached down and opened the box. They all gasped as the lid swung open the treasure was revealed! The man thanked them both, and told George’s daughter “I can see you inherited George’s sense of honor, not a single piece is missing!”
After visiting with George’s daughter and grandson for a little while longer, the man said he had to go, and with the boy’s help, he took the treasure box to his car, bid the well, and drove away.
“All that gold, and we kept it for so long, at least he could have given us a gold bar or a ruby or something!” said George’s grandson. The boy’s mother was thinking the same thing, but knew that she was right not to take anything for herself, and told her son “The treasure wasn’t ours, it wasn’t even grand-pop’s; they just let him keep it for them…because they knew what a good man he was.” “It doesn’t seem fair.” her son said. “No, maybe not, but grand-pop wouldn’t have wanted us to take what wasn’t ours.”
A few weeks later, George’s daughter came home from work, to find that her son had found a FedEx package on the front doorstep. “It’s really heavy, but I brought it in!” He told her. “Thank you, now let’s see what it is!” answered his mom.
George’s daughter walked over to the FedEx package, and picked it up. Her son was right, it was heavy! She picked up a pair of scissors, and cut through the tape that sealed the box, and pulled the flaps open. There inside was the treasure box!! There was also a note attached, from the old sailor who had visited her house weeks before. “I realized that this treasure was more than I needed, and that you and your father earned a share by keeping it safe all these years. So please accept this with my gratitude, in honor of your father’s service to us all.” Tears fell onto the note, as George’s daughter read it over again. “Mom, what is it?” asked her son.
She did not answer, but motioned for him to come over, and together they lifted the treasure box and set it down on the dining room table. Then she reached own and opened it. There inside were ten of the gold bars, and several of the jewels! After all this time, the treasure shone on, just like the love she had for her dad, and she knew that this was a gift from him, and that he was still looking after her.