As night fell, the Polaris moved slowly southeast on the mirror-calm sea. Inside the cabin, the three of them gathered once again around the massive teak chart table.
In the center of the table, the haunting weather map was replaced with an enlarged map of the intricate coastline of Los Haitises National Park.
And that Spanish Royal Gold Coin, glistening warmly under the lamplight.
"Honestly, Lin," Riven said wistfully as she played with the coin, "what do you think… we will actually find?"
"I mean, it's a Royal Gold Coin! Whoever buried this treasure was definitely not an ordinary pirate."
This question, like a stone thrown into the calm surface of a lake, instantly stirred ripples of imagination among them.
Mike swirled his glass leisurely: "A Spanish Royal Gold Coin from 1712, specifically minted for King Felipe V, an 'Eight Escudos', in such perfect condition."
"The thing itself is invaluable, and if it's used as a key, the hidden treasure must be beyond imagination."
