The ship docked on a small island in the middle of nowhere.

Confused, the captain scarred his head and looked to the girl who nodded in approval,

"Why aren't there any people?" Russell asked suspiciously scanning the area for traps.

"This is sacred land. Haunted by ancestors who aren't as nice as me." She cracked a smile as if she had said a funny joke while the others shivered, wondering what could be worse than the stoic girl.

As soon as they stepped on the grassy plain, Amaya seemed to be rejuvenated and actually had a small smile and twinkling eyes.

The Pirates realized they had began to feel awake and refreshed.

"People didn't want to live here because they thought once they stayed, they would never leave." She shrugged.

Eduardo grudgingly had to admit this was an amazing place to stay.

The brilliant blue sky greatly contrasted the puffy white clouds. The sea was clear and you could see rocks, coral, and seaweed resting as different fish swam away. The dark green grass swayed in time with trees abundant with fruits of all kinds in a gentle breeze.

It was a paradise.

That was what made it so dangerous. Sirens sometimes came here, searching for the next prey. Vengeful spirits were stuck here.

But Amaya is a vengeful spirit, isn't she?

"Whoa, look at that lake! It's so clear!" Thomas gawked.

"Don't look at it." Amaya snapped to them. They turned to her confused.

"Narcissist curse." She said simply. For a moment they saw skeletal remains before they were once again shrouded into flowers.

Christopher looked in wonder of all the herbs but heeded Amaya's advice.

Russell and Eduardo saw plenty of weapons finely polished and ready for the taking and were barely held back by a scowling Nathan who was resisting the fresh fruits temptation.

Captain, well, Morgan saw plenty of beautiful naiads and nymphs along with treasure and sake. He almost cried when they pulled him along.

"Honestly, this is where I expected half of you would die." Amaya admitted.

"Thanks a lot." Russell scowled.

Amaya shrugged and gave a simple, "you're welcome."

It seemed like the painful test went on forever. Everything became tempting to the point of tears.

"Why isn't this affecting you?" Thomas asked painfully.

"I'm dead." She frowned and tilted her head as if it was obvious.

"Oh." He said though he didn't really get it.

Amaya sighed and began to explain,"when you die, your emotions dim drastically. You lose a sense of purpose. However, the most influential part of dying, is the fact you lose a big part of your humanity." She explained unwaveringly insulting herself by saying she was not only emotionless and purposeless but also saying she had the humanity of a killer.

"So it doesn't appeal to you what we see?" Morgan asked.

"No, attractive women and rum have never captured my appeal." Amaya let a small smirk grace her face.

"But in all seriousness, no, it's tried to capture my appeal in past interests. It might've worked when I was alive but this doesn't affect me." She shrugged and pushed stray black locks away.

"What do you see?" Thomas asked.

A strange look appeared on the maidens face. A look of forlorn, bitterness, and perhaps a trace of longing.

"Flowers." She said so softly, one might have missed it.

Amaya shook her head and continued her brisk pace, a white skirt brushing against the ground yet never dirtying. It was as if it was deliberately doing this, mocking her and reminding her.

She was dead. There was nothing she could do about it.

Finally, they stumbled upon a towering golden tree, silver leaves adorned by ruby apples, sapphire blueberries, and amethyst plums.

"Whoa." Russell breathed as the tree shone brilliantly in the cheerful sun.

"This tree must be worth millions." Morgan whispered.

Amaya shrugged and pulled out a sword from the ground.

"I can do it." Eduardo said, reaching for the sword.

Amaya rolled her dark blue eyes.

"I am perfectly capable of doing this, thank you." She said before slicing off a layer in one clean slice.

Almost immediately the gold began to recover, weaving itself until the side was repaired.

"That's it?" Nathan asked in disbelief.

"What, you want more?" Amaya asked in confusion.

"No, I just thought after all those traps, there would be worse."

"Well, I could active the last trap if you want." Amaya smirked.

"No, no. It's perfectly fine." Christopher spoke up with a nervous chuckle.

"That's what I thought. 'That's it?' They say, over 100 people died in the first trap." Amaya muttered darkly with a scowl on her porcelain face.

"T-they didn't mean any harm." Thomas reasoned.

"You have to be the second  pickiest pirates I've ever met!" Amaya announced.

"Who was the first?" Christopher asked.

"Blackbeard and his crew. He was an asshole. 'These traps are so outdated.' He would say. Ha! He died the second he stepped into the cave."

Confused, the crew followed Amaya as she quietly listed pompous idiotic pirated under her breath.

They gathered onto the ship and sailed for the next protection device.

The Chiming Flower Bells of the Gentle Wind.

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Guess what! I'm not dead! I know right?!? Shocker!

*goes down to knees and bows* GOMENAZI! I KEEP SAYING I WILL UPDATE BUT *sniffle* GOMENAZI!

ALSO! I'M LOOKING FOR A NEW COVER SO PLEASE HELP ME OUT! PLEASE!