Flying Dutchman Treasure Hunt Game Novels & Stories

Olivia was excited to hear that, she's so lucky. " Now listen attentively everyone. Since this hunt will be stretching for three days, on day one you all have to pick a bunch of golden eggs. They've been scattered around in the camp so all you have to do is pick a lot of them. Whoever picks the most eggs will be given a treasure map to locate the treasure chest. So wear your tags and let's go treasure hunting!!" He said aloud and people began to scatter around. We were given baskets that we were supposed to fill with the golden eggs and our tags as well. I nervously wore them while I waited for Alex to come so we could go picking.

I ended up checking on the farm game. "Howdy!", The stupid mascot came up once more. "You can read the rules to know more.." It was almost asif the stupid thing had known what I'd been thinking. It took about fifteen minutes to read all the rules. Some of them were what Laura had explained for me... 1. Players must collect the allocated items within 24hours or stand a chance of losing theirs. 2. Players must not talk about the game with outsiders. 3. For every item found, the money reward increases!

He said biting his lip like that was quite hard for him to say although the seriousness in his eyes was clear and Claude completely understood. “I’m sorry Eric, I’m just confused.” She said, looking down guiltily. After a few long seconds, Eric sighed, “It’s alright, I understand.” The treasure hunt ended an hour later and everyone gathered together, both tired and exhausted. The hunt was basically for envelopes which each contained a number. The actual treasure was with the instructors and they were also numbered. So whatever number you pick up determines your treasure. Eric and Claude found just two envelopes and they gave them to the instructor who gave them a book and a mug that said, ‘B

“That I can promise, young lady!” “Good,” I said, but can't really move on from the strangest I felt. I ask, “You sure you don't save me... or anything of some sort?” “My lady,” she said, slowly shook her head, “I told you already. The huntress never lie, so believe me!” “That's...true,” I sigh but suspicious to this veiled-woman. She's the one I'm looking at the moment I wake up, so how can she say she doesn't know a thing? And shes there that night!

I can hear my own heart beating; I am so still. As if standing still would help with anything. As they say, no women can ever hold a secret for too long or be in suspense! It is the ultimate form of torture. My heart nearly leaps into my mouth when Hunter opens the door. I am sitting behind the balls, so it is pretty clear what I am presenting here. I was tempted to bite my nails though. He approaches silently, scanning me and the three balls, not quite understanding. He steps closer and reads the three plaques on each ball. When he finishes, that perfect mouth breaks into a huge smile for me.

I said nothing, glaring at the snow beneath me. “You have thirty seconds to run,” Desmond sneered, his grin a twisted parody of joy. “Run for your fucking life.” He leaned closer, his breath warm and sickening against my face. “Because when I find you…” he trailed off, standing back with his pack as the sound of bones snapping filled the air. He didn't need to finish his words for me to know what he wanted to say. The same words had always rang in my head. …He will hunt. “Fuck,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the snarls. I pushed to my feet, my boots slipping in the snow. My legs felt weak, unused to the sudden force for movement, but I forced myself to stumble forward.

"I know the walkthrough. I traded for it with my balance. Cross the beam, then use the stick—three short taps, two long. The crocodiles won't attack, and the bridge won't collapse." Nolan shot back, "You're lying. You don't have money. Bianca said the crocodiles are fake—just jump in and swim. You trying to get everyone killed? Or play the final winner? We don't even know if winning is a reward or a punishment. Trust me—follow my way." I leaned against a tree, smiling coldly. "Fine. You trust Bianca that much? Go first." The crowd started nodding. "Yeah—both of you try it. We'll know who's right soon enough."

“Fine, I will help you just because I want to get paid.” I chuckle following him outside. He finds a young boy promising something about money and sweets. “He will open the tunnel door from the other side,” he says. I nod just as the boy disappears. We stand behind the mansion building which is covered with thickets. The little boy reappears some minutes later covered in mud. I crawl through looking at Victor one more time. “Be careful my friend,” he says, his gaze soft. My lips tug up. “You too.”

A hawk moth landed on the broken lantern on the front porch and appeared reluctant to leave. ‘Nonsense! I do not think it to be anything. It will be so thrilling. Don’t you think? My mother told me about a hidden treasure one day. Who knows it might be lying somewhere out there? I’d wanna take a chance.’ Adrian Countered, unable to bite his tongue. Maybe the audacity of the pups to kick off his offer was too much for him. He baited for the second time and dug in for an even irresistible offer. ‘You were asking me about the new collection of games? The Hails of Shivaji? A vampire friend of my father had brought it for me. How does that sound, huh? Just twenty minutes for a million-dollar piec

I had eaten halfway through the burrito when I found a slip of paper hidden inside. It was the final clue. Now that we had gathered all three clues, as long as we found the treasure, we could clear the dungeon smoothly. The remaining players cheered excitedly. Suddenly, Jack used a healing item and leapt up from the ground. He pinned me down and squeezed my neck with all his strength. The veins on his forehead bulged. “Give me the clue! Or I’ll kill you!”