“What’s that?” Jimmy said, pointing to something sticking out of the shallows.
“Let’s check it out!” Alex cried with the enthusiasm only a ten-year-old could muster for what would likely be driftwood.
The two boys sprinted to the mysterious object, leaving two trails of little footprints in the wet sand.
“It’s a chest!”
“Wow!” Alex exclaimed. “What do you think’s in it?”
“I bet treasure.”
“Let’s open it!”
The boys dug the small wooden box out of the sand. Their enthusiasm was deflated when they found the chest’s lock. Rusted, but still very much functional.
“What do we do now?”