Elliot tried variations for three days. He wrote a script that generated every plausible 12-word seed based on the bottle cap’s text, its brand, its color, its manufacturing code. Nothing worked. He tried adding John’s birthday. His sister’s. The day he moved to the cabin. Nothing.
Plural.
“My brother died last month,” she said. “His name was John. He left me a wallet address. No key. Just this cap.” Bitcoin2john
“It’s done,” he said. “Tell me where to send the coin.” Elliot tried variations for three days
Elliot’s hands shook as he looked under the cap with a loupe. There it was. Micro-engraved: JW-BC-2014-0421 . not your coins.”
Elliot picked it up. The underside was scratched with a single line: “Not your caps, not your coins.”