“Skeletal Sailor”

I awoke under the silvery, soft moonlight.

To be honest I was clueless as to where I was.

I slowly surveyed my surroundings.

I was on a sandy beach with spikey palm trees to the right of me and spikey palm trees to the left of me.

Before me lay the black sea.

Behind me lay the bones of some misfortunate sailor.

The skeletal arms shone pale in the silvery, soft moonlight.

It was then that I noticed that the skeletal sailor was holding a worn, ancient chest brimming with shiny gold.

Somehow I had washed ashore the legendary Treasure Island.

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