Elena gently navigated her sailboat across the misty Aegean Sea at dawn, figuring out her grandfather's will in the form of an old book. Today was a day to celebrate, for conquering the last feather in the cap whereby deciphered age-old puzzles took a long time. Emerging over the fog was the long lost island which had sharp cliffs and a thick woody area that held secrets. After securing her boat, Elena stepped into the dark forest where she followed the pattern on the ground that looked odd. Some hours later, she found a poorly maintained and hidden entrance to a cave. The bright flame from the torches revealed a large room and the strongbox that sat on a large stone plinth. Despite all the caution fired in her movement, Elena opened the lid with the strong box only to encounter an exquisite small image on a thick chain. Waking it up made the room shake and a passage opened up. The passageway led into a tunnel of unimaginable wealth, of course the true activity' dreams thrust has to treasure-caves or what, however the true activity in them. The heartfelt histories of Elena and the spirit or thirst of explorers replaced quite respectfully with each other. As the day was slowly giving way to night, she left the island and the treasures and the shadows over the island for other windfalls.