Dan couldn't contain his excitement as we sailed away on our freshly repaired superyacht. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small wooden figure, intricately carved and painted in vibrant colors.
"Look what I found in the temple," he exclaimed, holding it out for Milo and me to see.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the figure. It was unsettling as if it held a dark energy that I couldn't grasp.
"Mate, you shouldn't have taken that," Milo said sternly. "It could be cursed or something."
Dan laughed, waving off our concerns. "Come on, guys, it's just a souvenir. It's not like anything bad is going to happen."
But despite his nonchalance, I couldn't shake the unease within me. I had heard too many stories of people taking artifacts from sacred places and suffering the consequences.
