The sea rose in the night and never went back down. By dawn the mountains were islands, and the cities everyone remembered were just rumors now. Iyla rowed to her father's old boathouse, where her brother Sefu was already waiting. They hadn't spoken in three years. But the will named them both, and it named one thing: the diving bell. It hung from the rafters, heavy brass and green with age. Folded inside it were a waxed map and a single key.

Iyla unfolded the map first. It showed the drowned city below them, with one building marked in red: the old bank vault, deep down in the dark water. "He hid something there," she said. "That's what the key opens." Sefu looked at the cold sea. "That's ninety fathoms down. But the bell could take us."

As the bell sank, Iyla spotted a light below. It was a lantern on another diving bell, racing them to the same red circle. The siblings dropped fast and reached the bank first. They grabbed their father's hidden seeds and gave the signal to rise. When the rival surfaced empty-handed, Iyla just smiled and tossed him a jar to share.