<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Treasure on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/treasure/</link><description>Recent content in Treasure on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/treasure/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Island of No Escape</title><link>/stories/2016/05/22/island-of-no-escape/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/22/island-of-no-escape/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING
Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; try this at home, the story is presented here as a &lt;strong&gt;fantasy only&lt;/strong&gt;,
to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The overcast night made it harder to make out the shape of the island in the distance. Ray kept rowing the boat in the direction of the island until he could finally just make it out. He had been closer than he thought. It wouldn’t be long before he could beach the boat and begin his search.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Island of No Escape</title><link>/stories/2016/05/22/island-of-no-escape/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/22/island-of-no-escape/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The overcast night made it harder to make out the shape of the island in the distance. Ray kept rowing the boat in the direction of the island until he could finally just make it out. He had been closer than he thought. It wouldn’t be long before he could beach the boat and begin his search.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As he approached the beach, he glanced at his watch. It was almost 11 pm, which would give him plenty of time before he had to leave and return the boat so it wouldn’t be missed. He guided the boat up on the beach, jumped out and pulled it up so it wouldn’t get washed out with the tide. He grabbed a flashlight out of the boat, pulled the paper out of his shirt pocket, and headed toward a hidden, narrow path leading into the dense growth that covered the island. His search had begun.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>