The Treasure of Tulls Bay "Tiffani #1" Traditional Cache

This cache has been archived.

offline.cacher: The general rule reviewers use to archive a cache is that the cache owner has been notified (through a log entry) by the reviewer and that no response has been forthcoming. This is the case with this cache. As a result it has been archived.
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Hidden : 1/10/2012
Difficulty:
2 out of 5
Terrain:
2.5 out of 5

Size: Size: small (small)

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Geocache Description:

Tiffani #1 "Where am I"
The first cache of your incredible caching journey .
Keep track of your location and know where you are going, Even if you really don't!
A simple cache simply hidden. There is plenty of parking.

Please hide the cache exactly as you found it.
Remember the geocaching rules, and if you take something leave something of equal or greater value.

Stage one of The Treasure of Tulls Bay.
Common sense dictates, STEALTH REQUIRED

The Knots and Stones welcome you to a grand Journey!!!

Find the Tiffani caches. Find the Isaac caches. Assemble the clues. Solve the puzzle.
Find the GOLD!

CONGRATULATIONS to WICKED SOUL and GODIVA2 FTF

The following is an excerpt from Tiffani's blog; (more at (visit link (visit link)

Inside the box I found maps of North Carolina from, like... the Civil War era and some more from waaay back in colonial times. A journal that belonged to some dude named Isaac Vance, all I could think was "what would Uncle Nicky want with that?" tucked into the back of the binding were drawings of all kinds of contraptions. like rube goldberg fails or something. "that's funny, this journal mentions Beauregard just like the side of the box." There's a hunk of metal. just rusty old ugly metal. Holy crap! There's a Polaroid picture in here! There's a telescope or whatever they called 'em in those pirate movies, like fresh outta the movies.. but the hourglass that I found in there looks like it was hand-made by the blind... . There's a nasty old decrepit hat.. I'll have to google it to find the proper name. I've only ever heard it called an Ivy hat. OH GOODY!! I was right! YAY ME! There's a pocket watch that seems to have been on its last leg about a hundred years ago... did they even have time back then?

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The pirate, Beauregard

It is only today that we are beginning to understand the depth and intricacy with which Pirate captains, their quartermasters and their crew entered into contract for the length of a voyage. We know about the worse case fellows. Teach and Tew and Black Bart. For, they made sure that theirs was a name that would be remembered. But what about those souls who chose the life simply because they had no other choice. What about the men that found themselves with a seafarer's knowledge and ship but no charter? No country to back them? No king, or governor to invest in them; to provide backing and security and offer safe haven, passage or really... anything? Those men who sailed from port to port rounding up a crew of trustworthy, loyal men. Offering more than the average cut. Sharing in the loot from capture after capture. Never once sailing under a red flag. Never once taking more than his fair share. What about the man who, upon gathering what he considered to be a life's savings, enough to retire, he did just that? He retired into obscurity, his name lost to the vestiges of time, for he didn't want to make a name for himself.

Captain Jean-Pierre Gustave Beauregard amassed what he considered to be a small fortune. Early in his travels he found a piece of land that he called perfect. He sailed deep into the sound, then rowed a launch as far as he could up the river. There he stepped ashore and within minutes stumbled on a clearing that was postcard perfect. He built a home, and promptly buried the bulk of his treasure. Just weeks after his hammer fell silent, Beauregard fell to a thief's blade. No sound was uttered from his lips. No one mourned the man, only the gold that must surely still exist.

Additional Hints (Decrypt)

*******Vg vf uvtuyl nqivfnoyr gung lbh perngr n cubgbtencuvp ybt bs lbhe wbhearl. Gnxr pbcvbhf abgrf, lbh jvyy arrq gurz yngre!

Decryption Key

A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M
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N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

(letter above equals below, and vice versa)


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