The blaring noise of the helicopter rings in my ears as we soar over the sparkling ocean. 

In the distance I spot an island.

“Look, I think it’s the island we’ve been looking for!” I shout over the noise. 

We land and begin to seek for lost treasure and mountains of priceless jewels. 

Hours later I say, “I must rest, we’ve searched for ages.”

“Yeah, same,” my pilot replies. 

I fiddle with my viola keychain as I eat my eggy sandwich. 

I zip up my bag and a glimmer catches my eye.

“Oh, we found it,” I gasp, “ancient gold!