You are a passenger on an old wooden tall-masted sailing ship which is destroyed in a terrible storm while at sea. The next morning, you awaken, face-down, battered and bruised on the shore of a sandy island beach.
You are going to be here for quite some time apparently - no phone, no lights, no motor-car; not a single luxury... EXCEPT,
Regaining your senses and orientation, you survey the shore-line, and you see a very large wax-sealed wooden chest - which has also survived the storm; and is now laying in the muddy sands of the gentle shore-break.
You drag the heavy chest up the beach and open it. The contents are dry and well-packed. Inside you find only pounds and pounds of ONE Tobacco Mixture (and plenty of old school strike-anywhere matches, filters, and pipe cleaners), and only ONE pipe.
What ONE pipe is inside the chest, and what is ONE the tobacco mixture you find inside the chest? - Sherm Natman
You are going to be here for quite some time apparently - no phone, no lights, no motor-car; not a single luxury... EXCEPT,
Regaining your senses and orientation, you survey the shore-line, and you see a very large wax-sealed wooden chest - which has also survived the storm; and is now laying in the muddy sands of the gentle shore-break.
You drag the heavy chest up the beach and open it. The contents are dry and well-packed. Inside you find only pounds and pounds of ONE Tobacco Mixture (and plenty of old school strike-anywhere matches, filters, and pipe cleaners), and only ONE pipe.
What ONE pipe is inside the chest, and what is ONE the tobacco mixture you find inside the chest? - Sherm Natman