Athena stands at the bow of the boat, her lean frame poised with perfect balance as the vessel glides through the calm, glassy water. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting streaks of gold and orange across the surface. Her fur, black, grey, and white, shimmers in the light, and her bi-eyes, one eye ice-blue, that reminiscents opal’s shifting light, and the other a rich, chestnut hue, warm and grounded, scanned the open water ahead like a seasoned captain surveying her course. She is calm, deliberate, and commanding, the undisputed leader of this voyage.  
As a proud one-year-old husky, she carries herself with the air of a seasoned pack leader. She was intelligent and gentle, yet she had a stubborn streak that could rival the strongest of wills. It was this combination of beauty and personality that earned her, her most fitting nicknames: Princess and Miss Pants.  
Behind her, was her clumsy, lovable, five-month-old Malamute brother, Obito. He is an affectionate bundle of chaotic energy with a face as black as night and tan and grey fur that was soft and downy, betraying his youth. His baby paws are hilariously oversized, and his legs are still learning how to support his growing body. When Obito runs, his floppy, enthusiastic motions were pure comedy, resembling a baby walrus sliding into the sea, a sight that earned him nicknames like Mr. Toe Beans, Tank, and, of course, Baby Walrus.  
In true Obito form, Mr. Toe Beans is anything but poised. The five-month-old Malamute stumbles over his oversized paws, his legs sliding awkwardly on the boat’s deck. Every step is a disaster waiting to happen. He sniffs at a coiled rope, nudges it once with his nose, and promptly tangles himself in it. With a muffled yelp, he topples over onto his side in a heap of fluff and fur, paws flailing helplessly.  
Athena flicks an ear, barely sparing him a glance. Unbelievable, her expression seems to say. She turns back toward the water, the very picture of grace, as though the clumsy antics behind her are beneath her notice.  
Obito untangles himself with a groan, shaking out his soft, tan and grey fur, and lumbers to his feet. His black-as-night face brightens with a wide, unapologetic grin, tongue lolling out as if nothing had happened. He waddles to the edge of the boat, where Athena stands like a proud figurehead, and flops down beside her with a thud, causing the boat to rock ever so slightly.  
Athena gives him a sharp look, but Obito just stares back with innocent, shining eyes. His huge baby paws hang over the edge, as if he’s testing the waters beneath. The boat creaks and sways, the gentle lapping of waves filling the silence between them.  
Together, they look out across the endless expanse of water, so different yet perfectly matched. Athena stands tall and composed, her gaze fixed on some unseen horizon. Obito, meanwhile, is already distracted, watching the way the ripples dance beneath the boat as he leans forward dangerously far, his tail wagging with excitement.  
“Athena…” The boat dips slightly, and for the briefest moment, her focus wavers.  
Obito lets out a delighted bark as a fish splashes nearby, nearly tumbling headfirst overboard. Athena lunges just in time, her sharp teeth snagging his scruff to haul him back onto the deck with an exasperated growl. Obito, thoroughly unbothered, beams up at her like she’s just saved the day.  
Athena sighs, releasing him with a shake of her head before turning back to the water. Whatever adventure lies ahead, she knows it won’t be easy, not with Obito. But as the boat sails on, cutting through the waves with a quiet promise of discovery, Athena and Obito stand side by side. The graceful captain and her chaotic first mate, ready to face whatever the horizon brings. Their latest adventure would be one for the history books, quite literally.  
It was a crisp autumn morning when Athena and Obito finally arrived on Oak Island. The legendary site off the coast of Nova Scotia, shrouded in centuries of myth and mystery, buzzed with activity. Rick and Marty Lagina, the famed treasure hunters, had invited Athena and Obito to assist in their quest to uncover the island's legendary hidden treasure.  
“Obito! Mind the gear, mate!” called a familiar voice from the dock. Gary Drayton, metal detector legend and treasure-hunting extraordinaire, stood waiting with his ever-present grin, dressed in his signature khaki vest and hat, loaded with tools. The metal detector in his hand glinted as brightly as his enthusiasm. “You’re not a submarine, my friend!”  
Athena leapt gracefully from the boat, landing on the shore with effortless precision. Her bi-eyes, one shimmering like ice, the other deep and earthy, fixed on Gary, as if assessing him. She gave a satisfied sniff and a slight wag of her tail, acknowledging his presence.  
“Ah, I see you’re the leader of this fine operation,” Gary said, tipping his hat to her. “The Princess herself. And you…” He chuckled as Obito finally bumbled off the boat, stumbling onto the sand before rolling onto his back with an enormous, goofy grin. “You must be Mr. Toe Beans. Ready to find a bobby dazzler, are we?”  
Obito scrambled to his paws, barking happily as if to say, Absolutely, sir!  
“All right, team,” Gary continued, motioning to his metal detector. “Today, we’re on the hunt for a proper top pocket find. There’s treasure buried in these sands, and I’ve got a good feeling about this.”  
Athena’s ears pricked forward. Obito barked excitedly, already digging into the nearest mound of sand, sending dirt flying. “Easy there, fella,” Gary laughed. “You’re not supposed to find it before the detector does!”  
With the metal detector humming, the trio set off across the beach. Gary walked ahead, sweeping the detector back and forth in wide, patient arcs, its rhythmic buzz filling the air. Athena padded beside him, her gaze sharp and focused, clearly taking this mission as seriously as any seasoned treasure hunter. Obito, on the other hand, darted back and forth, barking at seagulls, tripping over his oversized paws, and nosing at shells half-buried in the sand.  
“Look at him go,” Gary said with a chuckle. “Like a furry wrecking ball, that one.”  
Athena shot Obito a look that seemed to say, Focus, will you? But Obito was too busy pouncing on a crab that had scurried across his path. The little creature promptly vanished into a hole, leaving the young malamute snorting in confusion.  
“Right, let’s see if we’ve got something good here.” Gary’s detector let out a sharp *beep-beep-beep*. He froze, the grin spreading across his face. Athena immediately trotted closer, watching with laser focus as he knelt down and began digging carefully with his spade. Obito came crashing over, skidding to a halt just in time to avoid flattening Gary.  
“Easy, lad!” Gary laughed, brushing sand from his arm. “We don’t want to squash the treasure before we find it!”  
Gary worked quickly but carefully, scooping and brushing away sand as Athena observed each move like a supervisor on duty. The detector let out another urgent *ping*, and moments later, the first glimmer of something metallic caught the sunlight.  
“Well, what’ve we got here?” Gary muttered, his voice rising with excitement. Athena leaned in closer, her tail wagging ever so slightly. Obito flopped down beside them, his face covered in sand, as though offering moral support.  
Gary reached into the hole and carefully lifted out an object, brushing away the remaining dirt. A golden shine peeked through the grime, along with flecks of green. He sat back, holding the find up to the sunlight. “Would you look at this? An absolute *bobby dazzler*! A proper top pocket find!”  
In his hand was an ornate, golden pendant, its edges delicately etched with swirling patterns and inlaid with small emerald-green stones that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. Athena let out a triumphant bark, as though claiming credit for the discovery.  
Obito, ever the opportunist, leaned forward to sniff at the treasure, before attempting to lick it. “Oi, no slobbering on history!” Gary said with a laugh, pulling the pendant just out of reach. “This little beauty’s been waitin’ a long time to see daylight, and we can’t have you eatin’ it.”  
Athena sat proudly beside Gary, her mismatched eyes reflecting the shine of the pendant. She lifted her chin ever so slightly, clearly pleased with their success. Obito, meanwhile, rolled onto his back, paws flailing happily in the air, completely oblivious to the pendant’s importance but thrilled to be part of the moment.  
Gary slipped the pendant gently into his vest pocket. “Top pocket find, team. Could be hundreds of years old, this one. A real gem, just like you two.”  
The trio continued their hunt as the sun climbed higher, but nothing else they found compared to the pendant. Eventually, as morning turned to afternoon, Athena and Obito sat side by side, watching Gary carefully pack away his tools. The beach stretched wide and quiet behind them, but for one glorious day, it had given up one of its secrets.  
“Well done, Princess,” Gary said, patting Athena’s head. “You’ve got the eye of a pro treasure hunter.” Athena accepted the praise with a dignified nod, her tail swishing lazily.  
“And you, Mr. Toe Beans?” Gary turned to Obito, who was half-buried in sand, his tongue lolling out in excitement. “You brought the enthusiasm, mate, every great treasure team needs a bit of chaos.”  
With the metal detector slung over his shoulder and his pockets full of promise, Gary led them to Rick and Marty. The two pups couldn’t hide their excitement. They have longed to meet the most brilliant treasure hunters of all time. Their humans will be so very jealous.
“I heard these two are smart and determined,” Marty called with a grin as Athena leapt elegantly onto the dock, landing as delicately as a queen stepping into her castle. Behind her, Obito attempted the same, but, with an awkward thud, he belly-flopped onto the dock. His large paws skidded on the wood, his fluffy body sprawled in a heap. Rick burst out laughing.  
Obito wagged his tail furiously, tongue lolling from his mouth as if to say, “Nailed it.” Athena turned back, her mismatched eyes narrowing with a look of exasperation that only a big sister could manage. But she loved Obito, and with a nudge of her snout, she helped him to his feet. The treasure hunt awaited.  
The crew made their way into the dense woods of Oak Island, searching for clues that might lead them to the treasure, the famed gold said to have been buried by the Knights Templar. Athena strode ahead, nose to the ground, her sharp mind focused. She had a job to do, and she took it very seriously. She sniffed every root and rock, as if the earth itself whispered its secrets to her.
Obito, on the other hand, found the entire forest to be one big playground. He bumbled through the undergrowth, rolling in piles of leaves and pouncing on sticks that dared to cross his path. “Tank, over here!” Marty called as Obito knocked over a small crate of equipment. 
“He’s enthusiastic, I’ll give him that,” Rick said with a chuckle.
“He’s food-driven,” Marty replied knowingly, tossing Obito a treat. The young malamute’s ears perked up as he loped toward Marty, his massive paws thudding heavily on the ground. Athena watched the scene unfold with a sigh. Amateur, her expression seemed to say.
Suddenly, Athena froze. Her nose flared as she caught an unfamiliar scent, something ancient and metallic beneath the soil. She barked sharply, her voice clear and commanding. The team gathered quickly, hearts racing.
“What’s she found?” Rick asked, excitement lighting his eyes. 
Athena pawed at the ground, her movements precise and deliberate. She stepped back, looking expectantly at Marty and Rick, the humans were a little slow, but she was patient. Obito barreled over to see what the fuss was about. With a clumsy tumble, he landed face-first into the freshly dug soil.
“Baby Walrus strikes again!” Marty laughed, pulling Obito gently to the side as the team began to dig.
Moments later, the metallic glint of something extraordinary peeked through the dirt. The treasure hunters gasped as they unearthed a small, intricate chest, its surface covered in mysterious carvings. 
“Athena, you genius!” Rick exclaimed, scratching the regal husky behind her ears. Athena accepted the praise with a satisfied wag of her tail, her ice-blue and chestnut eyes glimmering in the sunlight. 
Not to be left out, Obito trotted over and placed one oversized paw on the chest as if claiming victory for himself. The crew roared with laughter, and Obito basked in their affection, rolling onto his back for belly rubs.
“We never would’ve found it without these two,” Rick said, grinning from ear to ear.
The sun was setting by the time Athena and Obito sat side by side on the shore of Oak Island, watching the waves roll in. Athena was proud of the day’s work, a true pack leader, sharp and unstoppable. Obito, now covered in dirt and leaves, gnawed happily on a stick he’d found, completely unaware of the historical significance of their discovery.
“Good job, Princess,” Marty said, kneeling down to give Athena one last pat. She lifted her head with pride. 
“And you too, Mr. Toe Beans,” Rick added, ruffling Obito’s floppy ears. Obito rolled onto his side, wiggling happily as the humans chuckled at his antics.
As the boat carried them back to the mainland, Athena sat tall and regal, the wind catching her fur, while Obito snoozed beside her, paws twitching as he dreamed of treasure hunts and treats. Together, the elegant leader and her clumsy sidekick had proven that heroes come in all forms, whether they’re graceful huskies with bi-eyes or goofy malamutes with giant paws and walrus-like charm.
The treasure of Oak Island had finally been uncovered, but it was clear to all who met them that Athena and Obito were the real gems of the adventure.