After years of suffering under cruel fate, Dantès finally had his chance. Fortune had smiled on him at last and he would reach the mysterious island through simple, natural means without raising any suspicion. Just one more night, and he'd be on his way.
That night was torture. Dantès tossed and turned, his mind racing with wild visions of good and evil. When he closed his eyes, he saw the cardinal's letter blazing like fire across his vision. When he dozed, impossible dreams haunted him. He wandered through caves lined with emeralds, their walls studded with rubies, diamond formations hanging from the ceiling like frozen stars. Pearls dropped like rain around him as he filled his pockets with glittering treasures.
