Roger sighed. He had been promised gold, but all he’d seen were enough rocks to last him a lifetime and an expanse of cold, grey-green ocean.
After hours of searching the rugged shorelines of the islands, treasure still seemed to be in short supply.
He turned to Marie, who was scrutinizing the worn fragments of map with pursed lips and furrowed brow.
“Time to turn back, I think,” he said. “Storm’s coming in.”
Marie shook her head. “No. My great-grandfather’s treasure is out here somewhere.”
“He probably spent it all on rum,” Roger said. “I know I would. My point is–”
“There!” Marie pointed. “That’s it! Raven’s Point.”
The outcrop was just like the shape on the map: a rough outline of a raven’s beak extending over the waters.
And beneath, there was a cave.
“Full speed ahead.”
Word Count: 140
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Louise for providing the photo prompt!