The Map with No Legend

Beneath the dusty shelves of Grandma Eloise's attic was a box filled with trinkets from distant lands. Lizzy and her friend Ben had ventured up there many times during summer visits, drawn by the air of mystery that filled the small, creaky room.

This particular afternoon, they found something neither had noticed before—a rolled-up map, its edges slightly frayed, and the paper yellowed with age. Unrolling it carefully on the wooden floor, they both leaned over it, squinting in the dim light.

"There's no legend," Ben observed, running his fingers along the paper, tracing the outline of a peculiar island.

"Maybe that's the point," Lizzy replied. "It's a mystery we have to solve ourselves."

Determined, they spent the next few hours trying to…