There was no clearing denoting the presence of the old
plantation home. It was as though it had been simply plopped down in midst of
the jungle, which had long ago absorbed the plantation the house used to rule
over. Jungle trees had punched through the roof, throwing their shade over the
decaying remains the island’s late lordly class. It looked ruined, but
undisturbed.
I let out a satisfied sigh and turned to James. “We made
it friend. And look, there’s no way anyone’s been here for years. The rumors
must be true.”
“Rumors about the treasure, or the curse?”
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