Chapter 4

Excitement filled Sasha's soul. It was the exact feeling you would get when you opened a Christmas present that you badly wanted.

John put down all the equipment at the dig site. Before he knew it Sasha was pushing sand away with her bare hands and in the process she covered herself with gritty beach sand.

Sasha reached about eight inches with her hands and rechecked the area with her detector. In this moment, the detector made a sound that sounded like words.

It beeped deeply. In the Sherlock the parrot voice echoed, "Stay Away!" Beep, beep, beep.

John and Sasha froze in excitement not fear. They may have very well found the hidden treasure of Edgar the Enraged.

Bending to his knees, "Baby girl, be careful. You heard what I heard right?"

Sasha chuckled as she continued to fling sand through the air with a sugar filled kids fury, "Yes Daddy but I'm not scared of a dead parrot. Are you?"

Laughter broke the silence of the beach waves. In his best parrot voice, "Find the treasure, Ehhh, find it now, Ehhh, Polly want a cracker?"

They both cried tears of belly laughs and quickly returned to the hunt.

Rechecking the dig site with the detector, Sasha received another weird transmission, "Danger, Ehhh, don't touch."

Looking back at her father, Sasha winked and continued to dig. At the twelve inch mark she encountered something hard. Wood and metal is what it appeared to be. A chest? A treasure chest?

They both leaned into the hole. Something was pulling Sasha closer and closer. She didn't speak of it to her father. It was a clear sign they had finally discovered Edgar the Enraged's buried treasure that had eluded all the other historical treasure hunters.

Finally, after ten minutes of wiping and excavating the sand away from the hard object it was very clear that the treasure chest was larger and more secure than either of them had expected.

It had one decoration on it, a skull and crossbones. The international symbol for poison and doom.

John didn't flinch even though he knew what the symbol meant. He grabbed the left handle of the chest and gave a hard determined tug.

The chest didn't budge.

Sweating and winded, "Sasha we are going to need some different tools to get this thing out."

With a sinister smile, Sasha reached down and grabbed both handles.

Can she get the chest out from the hole even though her father could make it move with all of his strength?