Baby, I Would Dig For Your Treasure

Shilah grew more and more drunk as the night wore on until he eventually reached the drunkest point he'd even been. Not that that was saying much. He was still on his feet and turned his attention from making spears to hang ornaments to digging. He was digging for treasure because it suddenly occurred to him that some had to be buried here. Based on the angle of the sun, then thingy thing and the rock that looked a pregnant hippo he was certain he was onto something here. He triangulated the three objects and chose his digging spot. Butt high in the air he was making good progress moving the obsidian sand and rocks aside. All was going good til he hit water. Oh no…. should he bail the water out? Maybe he should keep digging? Yea, digging, digging was good.