<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">They started looking. Blake and the girl for, presumably, treasure, while Mallory spent her time searching for deep pits into which she could push the girl accidentally. She had just as much luck as the rest of them - the floor of the cavern was uneven, but not a death trap. She kicked a stone in frustration at the same time as Blake decided to throw one - and watched with wide eyes as the rock <span style="font-style: italic">rippled</span> with a dull flapping sound that could be heard clearly in the dead silent cave.<br/><br/>Nobody moved. Everybody listened. Finally, the girl took a step forward and pulled at the cloth. Mallory was right at her heels, shoving past her to get the first glimpse of the other side. She pulled her head back with an utterly confused look on her face.<br/><br/>"It's the same cave."<br/><br/>"What?" Replied the dark haired girl. "No way." She, too, peeked inside and then withdrew with an identically mystified expression.<br/><br/>"It's the same cave."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I told you, whore witch.</span> "Yeah, it's weird, right?" Mallory replied innocently, drawing the curtain aside and gesturing at Blake. "Go ahead, leader." She was proud of herself, she almost kept the snark out of her voice. She quickly slipped in behind Blake and before the girl, much to her satisfaction. The battle wasn't lost just yet. <br/><br/>The completely identical cave opened up before them. Their heads twisted and turned, and they quickly realized that although the caves had appeared to be the exact same, there was one important distinction: they were mirror images of one another. Across from them they could see what appeared to be a tunnel like the one they had recently left. Mallory was none too keen to go back in there, but there didn't seem to be any way around it. Blake, wearing a rare, determined expression, lead the way. <br/><br/>This tunnel was every bit as narrow as the first one. Blake's feet smelled like something had gotten stuck in the grime between his toes and then died there. Mallory did her best not to breathe, and with her between the witch and her friend, no one talked to one another - until an odd noise reached them; a ghostly melody. Blake stopped abruptly in his tracks without warning, causing Mallory to crawl just that inch too close and she bumped her nose right into his dirty soles. <br/><br/>A great, heaving <span style="font-style: italic">woosh</span> of held breath escaped her and she thought she was going to die. The only comfort was that her coughing and strangled gasps for even the smallest bit of fresh air seemed to greatly annoy the girl behind her, who kept making tutting and shushing noises. Mallory kept the coughing up a bit longer for good measure, but soon even she was too curious about the noise that had stopped them all. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...Gold and doubloons and a Mercedes Benz..."</span><br/><br/>Someone was singing up ahead! Mallory pulled at Blake's big toe to get him to move again. "Whoever is saying that has the treasure," she whispered loudly. "Keep going!"</div></div>