Island Hideaway 2 - The Island

My uncle won the island in a card game. It was the sort of island rich aristocrats would have at the bottom of their property portfolio and think nothing of gambling away, hence every time a group of barons and nobles met for an all-night poker game it would end up changing hands. It had once belonged to a Duke of Cornwall, a Duke of Gloucester, an Earl of Essex and a Duke of Northumberland, as a result of which it was officially situated in seven different counties and impossible to find on a map. ​
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My uncle wasn't a rich baron but he got invited to those sorts of card games, he posed as an aristocrat, one of the elite, although the only elite thing about him was his level of gambling debts. He confessed to me once that he'd cheated that night, kept a card or two up his sleeve for the big game, the one where islands started getting thrown onto the table.  He also admitted that he'd really been hoping to win the Isle of Wight.​
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I hadn't believed him about the island, of course, one never believed a thing my uncle said, but when it came to the reading of his will there is was at the bottom of his list of assets, listed between the collection of croquet mallets and a signed photograph of Kenneth Wolstenholme. In his list of bequests, he left it to his favourite nephew, me apparently, another surprise. Why I will never know, my brother just got a pile of silver-looking cutlery. ​