The FORK.

One day aboard a vessel afloat in the calm waters of a Pacific harbor, I chanced to meet an ancient mariner. He offered me the implement you see in his hand here. Said it was the modern day embodiment Poseidon's own Trident, he did. Offered to give it to me, were I prepared to make him a gift of similar value. Wouldn't sell it, oh no. Nothing so crude. But an exchange of gifts, now that's the ticket.
"What gives this thing its value?" asked I, "That it should be worthy of such an exchange?"
He wanted fifty bucks, you see, for what appeared to be an ordinary dinner fork.
"It's Magic," he replied.
"How Magic?" you may ask. Follow the links forward and see.

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