Dakota helped Piper up onto the shipping crate, but was more or less uninterested in spending any time away from the (relative!) safety of the ground. In fact, Piper had practically King-Kong'd herself up to the highest available crate before she realized that Dakota and Zack weren't behind her.
"Hey!" she cried from way up top, "What's wrong with you guys, it's great up here!"
Dakota couldn't help but think that maybe shouting wasn't the best idea when they were all technically trespassing. Zack obviously felt the same way, considering that he was shushing their mutual friend in such a volume that probably made him louder than Piper. Even still, rather than risk climbing up unto dangerous heights, Dakota resigned herself to staying at the shipping yard, for fear of upsetting her newfound friend.
While Piper took selfies from her daringly high height, Dakota and Zack decided to take a look around. It was clear that Piper wasn't too keen on coming down; Dakota wasn't entirely sure if she could, at least by herself. Zack went a little further towards the ocean while Dakota went a little further into the various shipping crates. There were an awful lot of them, and most of them locked. However...
"What's this?" Dakota asked herself as she came across a big orange crate, left open and unlocked. It was the kind that she'd seen in movies; the ones big enough to smuggle people in. Piper had climbed a whole hill of them, and Dakota had gotten a pretty good look at what they looked like on the outside when she helped her friend up. On the inside though, was an entirely different story.
She pulled back the door, only to find it mostly empty. She pulled out her cellphone and tapped on the flashlight app, giving her a bright LED to use as a source of light.
It was empty. Mostly, anyway. Dakota half-expected something and conventional like old furniture. Or, better yet, maybe something exciting. But instead, she'd stumbled across a small wooden box, just laying there in the middle of the crate's floor.
"Dakoooota!" she heard Piper's voice from outside the crate, "You're really missing ooooout~!"
Dakota pushed a little further against the heavy wooden door, allowing herself just enough clearance to shimmy through. Using her phone as her guide, Dakota stepped carefully into the crate, her footsteps echoing despite her caution.
The smaller box, the wooden one, looked to be about three feet in length and only a foot high. It was kept on a rotten old pallette, which bowed and crackled under the weight of the probably heavier (but somehow still pristine) box...
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