Isabelle and Will continued to walk along the shore, looking for anything that would help them in any way.
They hadn't spoken much since their little conversation a half an hour ago, but Will broke the silence.
"Remember when you, Elizabeth and I would walk around barefoot on the beaches, playing Pirates and all that stuff?" he laughed. At first he wasn't really looking at Isabelle, but mid sentence his eyes found there way back to Isabelle.
"Yeah, and Tom would follow us around going 'Can I play? Please? I want to be the King of England. And Isabelle, you can be my wife!'" Isabelle mimicked.
"Ha! Yeah. And remember when we finally let him play?" Will asked.
"Of course!" she answered. "How could I forget?"
"He followed us up to the stone part of the fort and almost fell off!" he remembered.
"Yeah! And he was screaming 'Help me! I don't want to die! I'm too young to die! I still have my whole life in front of me! Oh goodness! Elizabeth, goodbye my dear cousin, tell mom and Aunt Cat that I love them! Will, you're a great friend, with me 'till the end! …Which is now. Isabelle, my love, go on with out me *sniff*, you'll find some one else! Just forget about me! I love you all. Good bye!'"
"Yes, over-dramatic Tom. And remember, when we looked over the wall, and he was about four feet above ground! So Elizabeth pushed him off the wall! Oh, that was great." Will reminisced, and a smile came over his face. Isabelle knew automatically what he was thinking of. Whenever he thought of Elizabeth, his smile grew wider. It was actually kind of cute, in a best friend sort of way. After laughing together, they just continued to walk, neither person saying anything. But the silence was broken when Isabelle made a discovery.
"Will! Look! It's my bag! I thought it would be at the bottom of the ocean by now! This is great!" She exclaimed happily. She ran down the beach and it took a moment for Will to catch up with her. "This is so awesome!" she squealed as she opened the bag. All her belongings were still there, soaked of course, but they were all there. Will's eyes scanned the shoreline, making sure that there was not anything washed up from their boat, such as bags, or wood … or friends…
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As he looked out toward the remaining stretch of beach, something caught his eye about 25 feet farther up.
"Hey, Isabelle is that one of your bags?" he inquired.
"No," she replied. "I don't think so. I only brought one bag," she searched her mind. "At least, that's what I thought."
Will scratched his head. "Let's go check it out," he said as he ran in that direction. Isabelle re-closed her bag
and dragged it behind her as she followed Will.
When Isabelle finally caught up to him, he was leaning over the sack, which he had already opened. "Will? Wi-ll? Earth to Will! What are you looking at? Hello?" she poked him and prodded him, but he didn't answer. He just kept gazing at whatever was in the sack. Isabelle walked around him, and bent down. "What are you looking a….." her voice trailed off as she peered into the sack. Inside was a collection of gold and silver coins, pearls, jewels and other treasures. After a minute she spoke. "Well, it's definitely not mine," she said, not looking away from the contents of the sack.
"It's mine," said a voice from behind them.