The setting is in New Vermont in, 1840. 50 years after the drift.

Fletcher, a rugged Scottish lumberjack with a wild spirit, and Byron, a man of mystery and intrigue, found themselves deep within the cave. Both men had been thrown into a sailor’s life by chance, or, as Fletcher liked to say, they were “timber-men turned seafarers.” Their captain had sent them to search for treasure, though such discoveries were few and far between. As Byron ventured further into the darkness, Fletcher followed, his gaze shifting cautiously across the shadowy stone walls, alert to every sound and glimmer in the dim light.

The two men traveled deeper and deeper into the cave, when all of a sudden, Fletcher stops and shines the lantern at something else. Once Byron noticed, he furrowed his brows and spoke in an agitated voice. “Fletcher? Fletcher, get back here! Are you getting distracted again? What the Devil do you see anyway?”

Without tearing his eyes away from whatever had caught his eye, Fletcher spoke in a low voice. “Byron.. come over here! I think I finally found something…”

The men moved forward, their steps somewhat cautious and somewhat eager. Byron spoke up and hummed slightly. “Raise the lantern, let me get a better look”

“By Gods, what is that!?” He spoke again, as he took a step back

Then, Fletcher speaks up, his eyes staring at the figure in-front of them. “It looks like a woman entombed in ice! But how..- how in the bloody tropics is there ice in this cave!?

They spotted a gem necklace on the entombed woman, sparking a debate; Fletcher balked at the notion of grave robbing, while Byron remained indifferent.

Begrudgingly, Fletcher began hitting the ice with his axe it cracked fairly easy. Much to his surprise, the woman was still alive, which prompted the Scottish man to give her CPR.

Much to Fletcher’s relief, the woman’s heart picked up and she awoke startled. He noticed and began trying to comfort her. “Wait, wait, fret not lass, we’re here to help ya. Come on, breathe in..”