"I merged my flashlight beam with his, and the spot he was illuminating suddenly became much brighter. Upon closer examination, it seemed to be a large wooden chest. I was thrilled at the sight, and any thoughts of retreating vanished instantly."
"My friend and I exchanged glances; I could see the excitement in his eyes matching my own. We quickened our pace, rushing toward the chest. Upon arrival, we found the chest was quite old, and I thought I could already see myself decked out in gold and silver, indulging in a life of luxury. I signaled to my friend, ready to see how many treasures were inside."
"But there was a lock on the chest, and our attempts to open it were futile, probably because the lock was different from the ones we have today. Thus, we used the portable crowbar we brought along, exerting a lot of effort to pry the chest open. However, when we opened it, we were disappointed; apart from some rotten wooden pots and pans, there was nothing else."
