Burbank had it all planned out. He’d be quite good as a military strategist if he didn’t believe in world peace. He had two collapsible spades, a flashlight, lantern, and his real-o-meter.“By my calculations,” he said, fiddling with the compass around his neck, “the treasure or whatever the aliens wanted us to find should be right here. Will you help me dig?”
We were between the largest bolder and the ocean, and the tide was already coming in. I hesitated. It was dark now, and I’m afraid of the dark, as well as oceans and fun. But Burbank has a very charming smile that could convince you to jump off a bridge if he wanted to, which he wouldn’t because he believes in world peace.
So we dug, and the tide came in, and we were bailing water out of our hole in the sand, and I was just about to pack it in and join Lenore in the hotel when Burbank’s real-o-meter started beeping, and Burbank convinced me to dig another foot down while he held the lantern steady.
Sure enough, the spade hit something hard and Burbank helped me drag it up onto dry land.
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