They spread it out flat on the coffee table. Morgan inhaled the smell of old leather as she bent over to study the lines of the map which had been crudely burned into it. “This looks like our yard, but it’s shaped different,” Jolene said. “The geography of this area was changed about a hundred years ago, when the area started becoming attractive to tourists,” Cal replied. “Yeah, I remember reading about how the channel to the cove was made deeper and the cove itself much wider. Then on the other side, some land was filled in near Oarweed Cove where it abuts our land.” Celeste pointed to the different parts of the map as she talked. “So, our land as it sits now is here … and here?” Morgan drew a circle with her finger to indicate where she thought the land was. “I think so,” Cal said. “So part of this isn’t even our land.” “You’re right … but the important part looks like it is.” Cal pointed to the big X in the middle of the map where the supposed treasure was. Morgan squinted at the map, it did look like the treasure was buried somewhere near the point of land at the edge of their property.
