One of eight-hundred and eighty-two identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortéz himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies... But the greed of Cortéz was insatiable.
~he lifts his right leg and uses his boot to kick off the lid to the stone chest. Inside are hundreds of gold coins with Aztec glyphs the size of medallions~
I don't believe in ghost stories anymore. At least that is what I thought, when I first was told the tale.
~The room contains swag, booty and a spectacular amount of treasure: piles of coins, gold and silver ingots, jewelry, objects d' art, jade and ivory, brightly colored silks, furniture, jewels and pearls, mirrors and swords...~
~He wanders into the cabin; across is a table filled with an impressive spread of food, he carries in a tray with more food, sets down the final dish, places the silverware perfectly, then lights some candles which illuminates a stone chest carved with Aztec glyphs in the center of the room~