Holding a treasure map, I sailed past a deserted island. It was a bright, sunny day, but something about the island made everything feel dark and cold. I spotted a narrow path leading to the middle of the island. Looking at the map, I saw that the treasure was located at the end. The path was too narrow for the boat to go through, so I had to swim. Cautiously, I lowered myself into the water. It was unusually warm. As I entered the dim path, I thought I heard a sound. My heart skipped a beat. I knew someone was watching me, but I had to get that gold. Due to the very thick trees, the path was becoming steadily darker and it was getting harder to see. Nevertheless, I kept on swimming. Ignoring the sounds that kept on getting louder, I swam faster, trying to reach the end and get out of there as fast as I could. Finally, I reached my destination. There it was. Piles and piles of gleaming gold. Greedily, I scooped it all up into a treasure chest that I found a few feet away. I took off back to my boat. My heart stopped. My boat was GONE. It was nowhere to be found. *SPLASH* *SPLASH* I looked behind. People holding spears were coming out of the path I had just left with a deadly gleam in their eyes. I swam as fast as I could, but it was no use. I knew that it was a matter of seconds before they catch up with me. I was doomed. Suddenly, a helicopter popped out of nowhere and I climbed in. No one was flying it. Quickly, I took hold of the handle and pulled it back as far as I could. I flew it higher and higher till I could no longer see the island. I had escaped. After what seemed like hours of flying, I saw high, large buildings. I landed the helicopter on the roof of a particularly vast building. There I began counting the gold I had stolen when suddenly everything went black and I woke up.
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