X Marks the Spot You Whisper to Yourself

You don't know who left the marks or who drew the map, but you silently thank them for leading you on such an enticing adventure. The stones glitter in the faded sunlight that filters down through the palm fronds. When the shovel makes a metallic sound, you know it's come into contact with something other than the soil. It jumps a little in your hand so you lay it to the side and kneel down by the hole. Using your hands, you clear off any loose soil from the object the shovel struck. A large wooden chest with iron bindings is found at the bottom of the tree. Gemstones and golden silver coins, glimmer and glint as dusty shafts of light

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