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Travelled Adventurer, Female, from U.S.A.
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- May 18
- Anbus of Wander
Thunk, thunk. Hmm, that’s strange..
“Hey Mary, I found something.”
“Well, what is it?”
“It’s... some sort of, box, I think.”
I say this as I unearth a small portion of what seems to be a... jewelry box? Wait, no!
“It’s a chest! A treasure chest!”
Upon hearing me say these words, Mary frantically joins me in my quest to uncover this box. As we pull the sand away, the air is filled with an old kind of smell, the smell of wood and salt, sand and sweat; The smell of Time...
A small hermit crab scuttles away when finally, we have hoisted up the rather heavy box. The hole it was in was intended to be the moat to our now destroyed sandcastle.
Sweating from our hard work, we lie back for a moment to catch our breaths. Looking at the box atop the ruins of our castle, I notice it is not a large box, only about the size of a tool box. In many parts it is crumbling, being held together only by tarnished brass bands, no longer shiny after centuries of being buried.
Taking the chest in my hands, I can feel the worn wood and how fragile it really is. Easily am I able to open the box; The small lock that had kept it closed has long since corroded and fallen to dust
Slowly, I lift the lid. Anxious and excited, my heart is nearly exploding out of My chest; what if it is only filled with sand? Or what if it is not as old as we imagine, and it contains useless junk, or fishing lures? With all these thoughts racing through my head, I freeze, unable to decide to move forward, or to go back.
Mary, such an impatient girl, snatches the box out of my hands and flings the lid open.
Will there ever be words enough to express the gratitude I feel for having Mary with me today? Perhaps not, but I believe there are enough to describe what is inside this ancient box.
Blues, reds, greens, purples. All these colors and more make Mary’s face appear like a stained glass window. The countless gems glittered and refracted the hot sunlight onto everything around us, multiplying and spreading their beauty, making it seem like there are hundreds more than there are.
Besides the jewels, there are dozens of pearls, not to mention handfuls of glistening gold coins
“Yes Mary?” I say, somewhat delayed, because I had to compose myself from being broken out of my daze.
Yes Mary, we are.