The coffee shop owner came over and thanked us, bowing and blessing us. Then he gave us a map; he seemed very secretive about it and shushed us, saying “You go. Find treasure.”
So we’re outside and walking out of town, covered in dirt and with full bellies sloshing. “It’s not very far,” Steve mused. “Wanna go see what these are?”
Of course we did.
What a beautiful place, outside of town. We didn’t see much more damage, just some misplaced rocks and a few downed trees. It took us about half an hour before we came to the other side of the island, and there were remnants of a city or something. The walls and open doorways were made of rocks like the rock walls in Hawaii, and looked centuries old. In the middle of it all was a small pond full of crystal-clear water. We didn’t even speak; ju
