A clearing in the jungle

The dense vegetation and canopy of trees suddenly made way for short underbrush. You didn't expect to see a naturally tree-free clearing this deep into the jungle.

Captain Blood quickly surveys the clearing. "There," she says, "it should be buried somewhere near that boulder. Start digging up the ground by it.

Someone from the back of the group begins pulling shovels out of a large burlap sack and passing them up. You grab one and stab it into the ground in front of the lichen-covered boulder. Despite not knowing exactly where the treasure is buried, with the dozen or so pirates in your group all digging you're bound to find it soon.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead. The heavy humidity of the jungle is getting to you. Nearly an hour has passed and while you have dug up half the clearing, no one has found any treasure."There were two locations on the map...just our luck that we picked the one that's empty." Will grumbles.

"It might still be here," you reply. "Maybe we just need to dig deeper." Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, you hear another member of the party cry out.

"I've found something! I heard my shovel hit something!" a crewmember with a thick black beard shouts. You immediately throw down your shovel and rush over to him, along with the rest of the crew.

The crewman continues to shovel dirt out of the hole until the entire top of a chest is clearly visible. You and two other men step forward and lift the mahogany chest out of the deep hole. You drop it to the ground with a grunt—that thing was surprisingly heavy.

Captain Blood, who had been observing from a distance the whole time, approaches with a shovel in her hand. She bashes in the padlock on the front of the chest with it—once, twice, thrice—until it breaks open with a clang and falls to the ground.

A crewmember opens up the chest for her and everyones eyes light up. The chest is filled almost to the brim with Spanish doubloons. You greedily drink in the sight—this treasure might actually be enough to buy a new ship! Gold catches the Caribbean sunlight in a way that nothing else seems to, reflecting into the dark canopy of the jungle as if it were a signal.

As everyone breaks out into congratulatory cheers, your ears perk up at something else. The underbrush around the edges of the clearing rustles ominously. Suddenly, you hear a gruff voice call out.