The night sky slowly faded away. The twinkling stars began to give way to the orange hues of the morning sun. Before long, another day would dawn and with it came a new adventure. Arizona Jeff sat silently gazing over the eastern horizon as daylight approached. Sleep seemed to be a luxury that Arizona Jeff did not seem to possess. He had been up all night thinking about the events that had occurred over the course of the past few days. He seemed so far away, struggling with the idea that his friend Oliver P. Phinnius had been abducted. The details of his disappearance were almost surreal as if he had disappeared from off the face of the planet. The only clue that Arizona Jeff had to go by was the book that lay in front of him. As the sun peeked over the mountain, the morning light danced across the leather cover of the book. Throughout the night Arizona Jeff had clung to this book, his fingers memorizing every crevice and contour of the cover. Inspector Garrison was correct; the cover did indeed resemble a map. It was not just any map. This map held the keys to greatness. This fact was obvious to Arizona Jeff within the first few minutes of seeing the book. If the Inspector knew what he had, he would not have been so eager to allow Arizona Jeff to take it. In the close-knit society of adventurers, nearly everyone knew of the legend. Most believed it was merely a tall tale concocted to entice young children's imagination. Its actual presence was dismissed. There could not really be a book that contained such things, could there? Many an adventurer had set out to either prove or disprove the book's existence but none had succeeded, none that is until Henry Mordecai.

Dr. Mordecai had devoted his life and his career to this book and what it meant. His passion for this subject was extraordinary. At every opportunity he would expound his knowledge on the legend and try to glean any information others may have. At first his colleagues thought this obsession would pass but soon they realized that the search for the legend was consuming Mordecai. As he focused more and more on uncovering the legendary book, he became less sociable and quite mad. He began talking more to himself and less to others as he found their questions and statements to be too rudimentary unfocused. He seemed destined to becoming a social hermit, an old man that children feared and adults avoided. No one could understand what he was going through, no one that is except Oliver P. Phinnius. Ollie held the key to Mordecai's book, which ultimately meant Phinnius had complete power over his colleague. A lesser man would have taken advantage of this relationship but Ollie had only the highest regard for Henry. They spent countless hours delving into the mysteries of the legend always being stopped before being able to accomplish their goal of understanding what this book meant.

Now, Arizona Jeff was the keeper of the book. Its secrets locked away from the eyes of the world. Arizona knew that this adventure was more than it seemed on the surface and he knew it would be perilous. He picked up the book and gathered his things from the camp. He was to meet Mean Laureen to begin yet another quest. One thing was certain, adventure was in the air and the journey awaits. This would be unlike anything he had done before and an experience he would never forget.