The sun blazed down on Rock Island, waves crashing lazily against the shore as Taylor adjusted her backpack. She glanced at her friends, determination in her eyes.

Taylor: "Alright, guys—if my calculations are right, the next clue should be somewhere in the old lighthouse. If Uncle Charlie really left us a message… this is where we’ll find it."

A gust of wind howled through the trees. The lighthouse door creaked, slightly ajar. Something—or someone—had been here recently.

Ellis: "You sure about this?" Ellis muttered, stepping closer.

Taylor took a deep breath.

Taylor: "Only one way to find out"