Read part 1 of this story: Bad at Foreshadowing
The cave was dark, approximately as dark as a moonless night, maybe a little more so. Sam patted his pockets for his lighter. He found it in his pants pocket, pulled it out and flicked it on. The darkness drew back and flickered around him, waiting to rush in should the flame go out. Sam felt his way along the tunnel wall at a moderately slow pace. His excitement built as each step took him closer to the greatest treasure in the history of small to moderate treasures. If he was right, Blackbeard’s chest could be worth as much as twelve thousand dollars. Almost enough for a new car!
Suddenly the tunnel walls bent away and Sam felt he was in a large cave. Perhaps larger than any cave he had ever been in, though he had never been in any caves before. Nearby he saw a glint of light and headed towards it. A treasure chest! He had found it! Now he could truly claim that he was the adventurer in the entire world.
Sam dropped to his knees and grabbed the rusting chest. It was old, he knew that much by looking at it. There was a layer of rust 1/32 of an inch thick covering a bit of the chest. He grabbed the lid and pushed with some of his might. The lid popped open and Sam’s eyes widened as he looked at his find. A few rubies as big as rubies! A gold coin! Maybe a diamond or two!
Sam was about to grab the treasures and stuff them into his pockets when he heard the CLICK of a gun and a voice:
“Thanks for your help, Sam. But I’m afraid this treasure belongs to me.”
Read part 1 of this series: Bad at Metaphors
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