Part One: Land Ho!
Finally, it was time for me and my crewmen to search for the lost treasure, the Obsidian Skull. We sailed and sailed, day and night. One day, we finally saw the island where the Obsidian Skull was said to have been buried, our map said that there was an evil magic storm there but how bad could it be?
Bam! I landed with a hard bang on my back. I got up and looked around, and I wondered, “Where is my ship?” I shouted for my fellow treasure hunters, but all I could hear was my voice that echoed through the hot, damp cave that I was in. I felt sand beneath my feet so I figured I was in the desert, then I looked around me but all I saw was the endless acres of sandy land in front of me. I was on a deserted island. I looked for my group of treasure hunters for a bit longer, looking high and low, but I couldn’t find anyone except some sprawled bodies that seemed to be my treasure hunters. I also finally located my ship that crashed against the deserted island and splintered into pieces. I was on my own then, but I would find the ancient buried treasure, the Obsidian Skull. Even if it had cost my friends lives, I would do it for them.
Once I finished mourning for my friends, I set off to look for the long awaited treasure. I walked through farther and farther, looking for any clues about anything that would raise suspicion, like any signs of anything or clues of anything that could lead me to find out anything. After searching and searching, I went back empty handed but while I sat down with a huff, I found a bright blue symbol flashing faster and faster the closer and closer I got, and once I was close enough, it dropped to the ground and transformed into an iPhone 68, wait what???
WHAT!!!! An iPhone that isn’t even out? That’s crazy. I looked into the phone screen that just turned on and I only saw apps. The first one was a translator and the second app was a place locator. I first pressed on the locator and found where I was supposed to go. The locator said I should trek about three miles to a patch of land that was nicknamed Donkey Eat Carrot land. So after I literally trekked 3 miles, I found a village that was called Donkey Eat Carrot land.
Once I got there, I finally figured out why it was called such a weird name because there were a bunch of people dressed up as donkeys eating carrots. One welcomed me with a grin and he said “73)&)$(#)*’5’3(4’*.” I was like huh? But then he said it again: “73)&)$(#)*’5’3(4’*,” and before I could tell him I couldn’t speak his language he interrupted and said “Do you want a carrot?”
And I was like, “Why didn’t you just tell me that in English???”
And he said “Oh, we have our own donkey eat carrot language and I guess you aren’t fr…..” but before he could finish I zoned out and collapsed into a heap on the ground.