A statue set on a pedestal next to a faux wall. The statue was a depiction of Zeus holding a lighting bolt. Twisting the lightning bolt unlatched a bolt hidden behind concrete and opened the wall like a door.
We stood there ready to fire expecting a legion of soldiers to welcome us inside their dungeon. There was nothing. The room was small but inside there was a long stairway. They must have built down into the caves below the island. These passages would have taken years to carve out. We walked down the stairs and inside the caves and then we could see around us behind the dirt and lime were skulls and bones ancient and deformed from time. We were walking inside catacombs. This place had been an ancient tomb probably carved out centuries ago when pirates or Vikings discovered this island. It was damn likely that they had become stranded here and maybe they had even lived here for a few generations before dying out. Now there bones were desecrated they were nothing more then ornaments the Black Sun used to enchant and decorate their base.
