Platinum Thief Narrative Essay

Everyday, people come up to me and ask my story. Everyday, I tell them the same thing. “I am an old man,” I say, “I have no story that will interest you.”
In the years since the event, not once have I uttered words about the shoes. Not once have I thought about the misery I had to go through. Not once have I looked through any pictures of them. Not once. But here, now, today, that will all change. Today, I shall tell you my story. My story begins in the blistering hot sun of Peru. I had come from a small, almost unknown town in the state of New Mexico. Work kept me away from my home, but whenever I had some leisure time, I had tried to abscond there. See, I was a traveller, an explorer, an adventurer. I went to different places and discovered different artifacts. At twenty five years old, I had already become well known. People had known me as the “Platinum Thief”, a reference to my discovery of the “Glass of Platinum”, which was a mysterious artifact that caused the discoverer to get dreams concerning the future. Now, I had come to Peru to help one of my closest friends pull off a job that his very existence depended on. Once my plane had landed, I had set off …show more content…
Before the incident, I had been a very alert man. Not much got past me. After I had gotten out of the truck, I had surveyed my surroundings. The truck had stopped in front of a large cave. We had reached at night, and the only light source that we had were the headlights of the truck. I had peered into the cave using whatever light I had. The cave had been a circular arc with a dark blue, almost purple outline. It had looked as if it was at least two storeys high and about thirty feet wide. The depth of the cave had been unknown. The light of the truck had just continued into the depth of the cave. It was the biggest cave I had ever seen, and I had been intimidated. However, we had had a job, and we would complete it … or so I had