<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">"I trust you completely."</span><br/><br/>Mallory was side-eyeing the mystery girl so hard that if she kept it up, her eyeballs might've slid from their position on her face to sit beside her ears instead. What was she trying to do? Was Blake smart enough to see through the obvious lies? Mal had the strong gut feeling that this girl had never trusted anyone but herself her entire life. She grudgingly had to admit that they were more similar than she had thought initially, if you saw past the possible witchcraft/were-rat business. But still - what was her goal? What did she want?<br/><br/>"D'you know anything about this?" She asked the girl even as she began nudging Blake towards the narrow gap that was the only way forward. If he wanted to be the leader so bad, he would have to be the one taking the risks. He could see how <span style="font-style: italic">easy</span> it was then.<br/><br/>The girl looked at Mallory; her eyes wide and glittering in the dim light. "No, the captain hasn't told me any more than he told you two." To Mallory's regret, she managed to weasel in the crawl space right after Blake, leaving Mallory as the last person to go.<br/><br/>"I just don't understand," Mallory continued loudly, as she tried to slither along the ground as fast as she could without scraping her elbows too much and at the same time avoid being too close to the girl's feet, "what he would even want here. If it isn't gold, what treasure is it then?" The scuffling sounds of the children were interspersed with noise that sounded as if it might be caused by tiny, clawed feet. Mallory could feel a sweat drop working its way down her forehead. What if it were rats? "Stuffy in here," she mumbled. "Very hot."<br/><br/>"All treasure isn't gold," the girl's voice sounded from up ahead. "But I'm sure our leader will know once we find whatever it is. I think he has an eye for those things."<br/><br/>Mallory was still thinking up a witty retort when she suddenly had a lot more space around her. She scrambled to her feet, relieved that they were finally out of the claustrophobic, probably rat infested tunnel. A great cave had opened up around them, and she couldn't hold back a gasp. It was magnificent. Somewhere above them, light was shining through a hole, illuminating the rocks. They were glowing in colors Mallory didn't even have names for.<br/><br/>"He can't want the entire island, can he?" She whispered, her voice echoing back at her.</div></div>