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The westernmost point of Treasure Town led straight to a high cliff. Leaning to the side would allow for a clear view of how the cliff had been carved into the shape of a Sharpedo emerging from the land. The wind was strong and the salty air overtook most other senses, despite how high the cliffs were. It was hard to tell if the rustling noise was from the faraway waves or the bushes and grass.
There was a particularly large bush to the right of the path that looked like it was frequently moved and pushed. A simple walk off the dirt road and into the short grass, one could see a passageway leading down and into the Sharpedo's head, blocked by a simple door. A few trees dotted the right side of the bluff, and some pots and a fire pit near the edge of the left. Finally, near the very edge, on the Sharpedo's nose, was a flag that had several childlike scribbles on it with black paint. The writing was illegible, but it looked like it had been there for years.
There was a particularly large bush to the right of the path that looked like it was frequently moved and pushed. A simple walk off the dirt road and into the short grass, one could see a passageway leading down and into the Sharpedo's head, blocked by a simple door. A few trees dotted the right side of the bluff, and some pots and a fire pit near the edge of the left. Finally, near the very edge, on the Sharpedo's nose, was a flag that had several childlike scribbles on it with black paint. The writing was illegible, but it looked like it had been there for years.