I've been asked, and no this is NOT a reveal fic... Sorry to disappoint anyone.

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Merlin, Jack, Arthur, some knights and pirates walked through the creek, sweating just as much as they had been in the forest. The sun was beating down on them as they marched over rocks. The sun played tricks with their eyes as Merlin though he saw lights sparkling in the distance. He laughed lightly. The heat was getting to him. Arthur walked just in front of Merlin, a way from Jack. Merlin walked up beside Arthur.

"Arthur, you seem to... not be... getting along with Jack?" Merlin said treading lightly with the matter. Ever since Jack had arrived in Camelot, Arthur had been in a huff. Arthur mumbled something under his breath that Merlin didn't quite get. "Pardon?" he asked, wishing Arthur to repeat himself.

"Gold! Treasure!" someone ahead of the group cried. They all looked up and saw ahead of them Mr Gibbs doing some sort of funny dance on top of a rock then jumping off it, repeating what he had said over and over again. Jack, Arthur and Merlin shared a look before jogging up after Mr Gibbs.

They ran, dust picking up behind them, almost tripping over some rocks. They climbed onto the rock that Mr Gibbs had just been dancing on. Pirates and knights both looked out on the creek to see it all littered with golden treasures. The pirates jumped off the rock and almost dived head first into the treasures, the knights doing the same.

"There's enough gold here to make a man a King," Arthur said, as Jack jumped off the rock to join the men picking the golden objects off the floor. Merlin just stood there and watched them.

Apart from being able to buy food and a few nice things, what really was the use of gold and treasures? What were they all going to do with it all when they got it back to the ship? Merlin jumped off the rock and walked through the treasure, watching the men fight over it all. Merlin walked ahead of where everyone was picking up treasure. He knelt down and picked up a goblet. He stared at his own reflection in the object. He then threw it behind him, showing that he had no interest in it. He stood up and turned to shout at the others, but something grabbed his leg. He turned sharply to see a skeleton's hand holding onto him tightly. Merlin yelped in surprise and fell backwards. No one noticed. Merlin got himself free of the hand. He looked at the body. It had rags on what was left of its body. The young warlock's eyes widened as he looked around for Mr Gibbs. He was nowhere to be seen.

"Stop picking up the treasure..." Merlin whispered. He stood up and turned to the others. "STOP picking up the TREASURE!" Merlin bellowed over the men. Everyone stopped dead and looked at him shocked. The pirates had only ever known Merlin to use that tone of voice once, when they were saving Jack and Arthur, and the knights had never heard Merlin talk like that. Jack looked around.

"What?" he said walking forward. "What's wrong Merlin?"

"Mr Gibbs is dead," whispers went around. "The treasure's cursed," Merlin said. Everyone looked at the treasure they had in their hands and then threw it to one side.

"Well spotted Merlin," Jack said, dropping the last of his treasure.

"That's why it's called King's Resting Place. There's enough gold here to make you King a million times over," he said. The crew and knights nodded.

"I think we'd better get moving," Arthur and Jack said at the same time.

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