A Picture is Worth 300 Words Challenge Cont.

Here's a picture for you Kelpie :) The Hermit Crab (my brother) wanted to design a picture so I told him I'd use his since he didn't get to writing a scene for yours.

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Amy held her breath. They'd finally found it. The boundless treasure of Bruce Adam Cunningham, the legendary pirate who haunted the magical waters of Iddenpura. Amy and Christopher exchanged goofy grins.They'd been through so much together, and now to have finally reached their dreams, it was like they were giddy preschoolers again. Now that she thought of it, breathing in this water was making her feel sort of giddy. She shrugged off the thought with a giggle. Oh, well she was probably imagining it.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Christopher reached for his pack and pulled out a bundle of dynamite. "Would you like to have the honor?"

Amy giggled again. "I'd love to." She took the bundle and lodged it between the rocks. "Do you think that will do?"

No answer.

Amy spun around. "Chris?"

Her husband had a funny look on his. His eyes darted to and fro, scanning the shadows.

Then Amy felt it too. A presence, a monster, lurking in the darkness. The hair on her arms stood on end.

Christopher reached for his rifle, and Amy snatched up the dynamite. "M-maybe we should go."

"No," Christopher snapped. "We've made it this far. We can't leave now."

"B-but..." Amy's words were drowned out by a low rumble. The gravel beneath her husband's feet began to shift. She watched in horror as the lagoon floor swallowed up his legs and gulped down his torso. Amy grabbed a shovel and jabbed it at the ground, but it was too late. Her husband's thrashing body had disappeared.

A wail caught in her throat. Now what? A silvery shadow slipped through the waters above her head, and a crackling noise filled her ears. Amy glanced down at her hands. Her mouth went dry. Who had lit the dynamite?