Alright, so here we go. An adventure for adventure!
“Dude, how about that one?” Bryce asked, pointing at the distant and modern windmill.
“Shut up Bryce.” Nathan responded promptly, consulting the old map again.
“Okay, so no to the modern one,” Bryce pointed further down. “What about that one? It’s an old-fashioned windmill! You could totally tilt that!
“Get fucked, Bryce.”
Map consulted, Nathan forged ahead. The fountain had to be here somewhere. GPS confirmed the site to within a hundred yards, it was just a matter of finding it in the empty field. The flat empty field in which no water could be seen or heard.
“Admit it, Nathan. It’s not here. Just like Ponce, you struck out.”
Bryce took a step toward Nathan and vanished with a yelp, mid-gesture.
Nathan grabbed the rope at his side and pulled his flashlight, scrambling to the edge of the sink-hole.
“Bryce, you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s only about a ten foot drop!”
Nathan drove a spike into the earth with a hammer from his pack and tied the rope to it. After testing it he headed down.
Bryce was under the hole; he hadn’t packed a light, despite Nathan’s urging. Nathan panned his own light around until it came to rest on a bubbling underground spring. Bryce was wet, Nathan noticed.
He began to laugh.
“Don’t flake out on me, Nathan. This could just be any underground spring.”
“Except it’s already working on you, Bryce. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being a teen again.”
Bryce scrambled up the rope with a curse.
“Science moves with the spirit of an adventure characterized both by youthful arrogance and the belief that the truth, once found, would be simple as well as pretty.” – James D Watson.
What does the quote have to do with the story? Nothing at all!
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