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sight. Their robes had turned into rags and their pants had been ripped. Most of their ribs were showing,
and their bones were pearly white.
A lot of them were missing some teeth, and those that remained were the most disgusting yellowish
colour. Some of their limbs were gone, and their eye sockets were showing. “ Yuck ,” somebody in Zheng
He’s half of the crew muttered.
“ ATTACK! ” Zheng He shouted in his bravest, most formal voice. Zheng He’s part of the sailors had the
upper hand since they had the ship’s resources and weapons.
“Great job, men,” Zheng He congratulated his part of the crew. They had won and stuffed the skeletons
into the cage the six generals and their remaining crew-members had built. “So now, who would volunteer
to send the dreaded cursed Aztec chest far away? And not to mention by himself.” A brave sailor named
Xiang Gang volunteered for the daring mission. He had a good heart and a smart mind. And he was also
very courageous.
While Xiang Gang was making his long journey with only the cursed chest, stacks of bronze cups of tea,
and a leather bag stuffed with packs of dried fish meat, Zheng He’s half of the fleet hauled the cageful of
skeletons into the Mediterranean Sea. “Come on, men!” Zheng He encouraged the brave sailors.
You might be wondering if Xiang Gang made it. Yes, he did. And where did he send that cursed chest?
He placed it safely into a hidden island called the Isla de Muerta. Zheng He’s half of the fleet hoped that it
might never be found again.