It was close enough to her hole to make her think that it was a large chest. Setting aside the shovel, she knelt and brushed at the sand, unconcerned for how it would get everywhere. It was closer to home than her than anything else. After a few strokes, there was a clear glimpse of wood beneath the sand.

"Here it is," she was a bit breathless, excited for whatever might be inside.

"Help me lift it out." She could shovel, but lifting something heavy? That wasn't likely.