95. Treasure Coast

It was a bike helmet. I asked “All this for a stupid helmet?” but Burbank knew better. He knew it must be a part of the communication device that we had to assemble to contact the aliens.

I yanked it out of the sand and started pulling off the seaweed, but Burbank stopped me. He said we should keep the seaweed because that was buried too. I said that seaweed’s always buried, and he said this was special seaweed because it’s black. He pulled out the jar that I got from the girl with the clothes pins and jelly. That Burbank really thought of everything. He carefully placed the strands of seaweed into the jar and sealed it up. We officially had our first piece of the treasure hunt.