There was a time when my sisters and I were on the streets, avoiding the homeless shelters barley scraping by. Most of the time we didn't have any money, but every once in a while nice people would give us money to buy food and such.
As we were getting something to eat, our waiter told us a legend of an old treasure on a secret island by the coast worth millions. Many have tried, but no one has managed to find it.
As soon as we heard that story we had no choice to go and try to find it. We used the little remaining money we had to get tickets for the train and headed to the coast
We didn't really plan it out, so we didn't know what to do when we got there. We have no idea where to even start and we used the last bit of money we had to get here. We continued around the beach until we found a boat with the keys and plenty of gas in the tank...
We knew it was the wrong thing to do but we were very desperate. We heard there was a spot where nobody goes because of how bad of a fishing spot it was so we had to start there
We found it! My sisters spotted it first. We must be the luckiest people in the world to find the treasure like that. We noticed that there was seaweed in the trees so the tiny island is underwater sometimes. We were rich! We returned the the boat and left them a little surprise for their help. We were finally able to live better lives