American Hunting: Starting with Solitary Life in the Wilderness

Chapter 373 Cracking the Treasure Trove Code! (8K chapters combined)

The engines of the Polaris smoothly transitioned from the eager roar at departure to the rumble of cruising.

The bustling lights of Nassau Harbour were quickly stretched and blurred in the wake of the ship's stern.

In the salon, the large teak dining table remains the nerve center of the ship.

But the beer bottles and snacks on it were nowhere to be seen. In their place was a paper nautical chart that was completely spread out and covered the entire northern Caribbean Sea.

Lin Yu-an used a red oil-based marker to draw intersecting isochrones, alternative waypoints, and fan-shaped areas of possible storm paths on the nautical chart.

This nautical chart, which once guided romantic voyages, now looks more like a map of a fiercely contested war zone.

Mike held a steaming cup of hot coffee, but didn't drink it. He just let the warmth seep through the ceramic cup to warm his slightly cold hands.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, shifted back and forth between the radar screen and the dark sea ahead, making him Lin Yu-an's most important lookout.

After confirming one last time that all the supplies were securely fastened, Raven was forced to return to her cabin by Lin Yu'an for a nap.

“We’re like a group of refugees sneaking across the border under the cover of night.” McHa exhaled a puff of white breath, trying to ease the most somber atmosphere before dawn with a clumsy joke.

"We're just stealing time, Captain." Lin Yu'an's gaze never strayed from the flickering green navigation light ahead.

"Every hour from now on is time that we have forcibly stolen from the goddess named 'Artemis'."

A few hours later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the sea surface, instantly turning the sky and ocean into a magnificent orange-red hue.

The Polaris finally successfully traversed the most dangerous and complex Yellow Bank shoal area near Nassau.

Countless coral reefs, hidden underwater, were just a few meters away on either side of their course, like lurking giants, faintly visible in the morning light.

"Alright, we've entered the Exuma Strait." Lin Yu'an glanced at the electronic nautical chart, at the tiny triangular icon representing the ship.

Having entered open waters more than a thousand meters deep, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and the shoulder muscles that had been tense for two hours were finally able to relax.

He activated the autopilot and turned to Mike: "From now on, let's officially implement the shift system."

Lin Yu'an pointed to the flight schedule posted on the cockpit, on which the shift times were clearly marked with a waterproof pen:
Mike: 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.

Raven: 4 p.m. - midnight.

Lin Yu-an: Midnight - 8 a.m. the next morning.

This is the most mentally taxing period, the late night and dawn, complete darkness with no landmarks, which is why it best tests a sailor's night navigation skills.

“It’s seven in the morning,” Lin Yu’an glanced at his watch.

"Mike, please take over for an hour. Your regular shift starts at 8:00. I'm going to download the latest weather data; there's another tough battle at midnight."

“No problem, leave it to me.” Mike took the steering wheel.

The old captain appeared sprightly in the refreshing sea breeze, skillfully checking the readings of various instruments. His composure and confidence made it seem as if he were not racing against an impending storm.

Instead, he was on a leisurely weekend cruise. The ship was an extension of him, and the sea was his most familiar home.

Lin Yu'an entered the salon, activated the Starlink network, and began downloading the first official path prediction and naming announcement for Storm.

When he saw the words "Tropical Storm 'Artemis' has formed" clearly appear below the familiar spiral cloud pattern on the screen.

He knew that this 48-hour life-or-death countdown had officially begun with the rising sun.

[Day 1, 5 PM, Twelfth Hour Weather Briefing]

Raven had been at the helm for an hour, and the setting sun was beginning to generously cast its last rays upon the sea, turning the deep blue waters into flowing gold.

The air was warm and humid, and it would have been a perfect Caribbean voyage if it weren't for the knowledge that a huge threat was quietly forming below the southeastern horizon.

Mike slept like a ballast stone in his cabin, his even snores even penetrating the cabin door.

Lin Yu'an had just finished a few hours of deep sleep and was in the kitchen, using a pressure cooker to stew a pot of potato and beef stew that could quickly replenish energy and calories.

His calm voice suddenly came through the ship's communication channel: "First weather briefing."

Raven, who was intently watching the compass in the cockpit, immediately became extremely alert and pressed the call button: "Raven received."

"Storm 'Artemis' has been officially named. The current maximum sustained winds at its center are 45 knots, consistent with the unofficial data we received before our departure."

Lin Yu-an spoke as if reading a technical report, “However, its speed was 2 knots faster than expected, reaching 12 knots per hour.”

"This means it will arrive at our route to Samana Bay sooner than we expected."

"So what's our plan?"

"The impact is not significant. I calculated that our safety window has been compressed by about 4 hours, from the original 24 hours to 20 hours. It is still within a controllable range."

Lin Yu-an added, "But the premise is that we cannot have any more unplanned flight delays. Every detour and every slowdown will be deducted directly from these 20 hours."

"Understood." Raven gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if she could feel the string that represented their fate being tightened even more.

[The next day, 6 a.m., the 24th hour of the alarm bell]

Sailing at high speed for 24 hours straight, the Polaris, like a tireless blue marlin, cuts through the dark, deep waters of the Exuma Strait.

The ship was constantly pushed to its performance limits, with the incessant roar of the engines and the dull hiss of the sturdy hull as it cut through the giant waves time and time again.

The high and low frequency humming sounds emitted by various electronic devices such as autopilots, radars, and inverters intertwine to create a noise that makes it impossible to completely relax.

Everyone on the ship felt as if they were living inside a giant tin drum, constantly being shaken by an invisible hand.

The real enemy is exhaustion. That inescapable exhaustion that seeps in from the very marrow of your bones.

Instant coffee and energy drinks only provide a brief, false sense of euphoria, followed by deeper fatigue and persistent headaches.

Their sense of taste began to become numb, and the beef that Lin Yu'an had carefully stewed tasted like chewing wax. Everyone was visibly fading away.

Lin Yu-an was at the end of his eight-hour "midnight shift," the most tiring time of the day.

He heated up a cup of cereal for himself and swallowed it whole with a few tasteless soda crackers.

Just as he was preparing to endure the last two hours, a violent jolt made him frown. This jolt was different from the rise and fall of waves; it was a short, violent swaying.

He immediately rushed to the control panel to check carefully, and Mike, who had been awakened, also rushed in: "What's wrong?"

"There's a thunderstorm cloud ahead. Damn it, it's not on the electronic chart or the weather forecast!" Lin Yu'an's voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion, but his eyes remained sharp.

He pointed to a dark red patch that had appeared out of nowhere on the radar screen. "It's not a large area, but judging from the echo intensity, there must be hail and a strong downburst inside."

“We have to go around it, which will cost us at least half an hour, or even forty minutes.”

Mike's expression was grave. "The safety window has been compressed to only 20 hours. Forty minutes might still be acceptable. You should take a break, Lin. Leave it to me."

“I’ll handle it,” Lin Yu’an said without hesitation. “My brain is still working, so I can handle this kind of emergency. Mike, go and prepare the storm sail, just in case.”

Mike looked at Lin Yu'an's eyes, which were bloodshot but still shining brightly, and nodded heavily without arguing.

Lin Yu'an took over the steering wheel and did not choose to make a large detour.

Instead, it quickly planned a precise flight route on the radar screen, attempting to penetrate through the weakest edge of this thunderstorm cloud.

Large raindrops mixed with icy hail pounded furiously against the cockpit's bulletproof glass, making a crackling and popping sound.

The pale purple forked lightning occasionally tore through the dark night, illuminating the turbulent sea as a hellish white!
Fortunately, forty minutes later, after successfully and safely passing through the thunderstorm area, Lin Yu'an finally had time to download the second set of routine weather data.

When he opened the screen and saw the latest satellite cloud image, his heart, which had been slightly relieved because he had successfully avoided the thunderstorm, instantly sank to the bottom again.

On the screen, the satellite cloud image of Artemis has undergone a qualitative change.

It is no longer a relatively loose spiral nebula; a "central dense cloud region" with a structure as compact as a war fortress has been fully formed.

Even more frightening is that, at the center of that swirling, densest cloud, a vague but real prototype of the "eyewall" is rapidly taking shape.

"Damn it..." Lin Yu'an cursed under his breath.

He knew better than anyone what this meant. It meant that Artemis was undergoing a period of rapid enhancement.

It has been rapidly evolving from a disorganized tropical storm into a nascent Category 1 hurricane with highly concentrated energy!
Moreover, its rate of enhancement far exceeded the predictions of all official models.

The atmosphere inside the cabin seemed to be gradually drained of all oxygen, just like the ever-rotating cloud map on the screen.

Even the rhythmic roar of the engine sounded like a powerless lament at this moment.

[The third day, 5 a.m., the forty-eighth hour of the trial]

Two days and two nights, without sleep or rest, a maximum run of over 400 nautical miles.

When the North Star arrived at the "destiny point," the three people on board were like candles that had burned out.

Lin Yu'an slowly pushed the engine throttle valve back, and the engine speed, which had been roaring for forty-eight hours, finally dropped, turning into a weak hum.

The Polaris slowed down and bobbed gently in the open, deep water with the huge ocean waves.

The three men gathered at the cockpit without speaking. The air was thick with the mixed smells of sweat, diesel fuel, and espresso.

They were all wearing sailor suits that had become stiff from being soaked in salt, with dark circles under their eyes, chapped lips, and rough faces etched by the sea breeze and scorching sun.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on the laptop on the central chart table, like soldiers guarding the last line of defense.

One second, two seconds... one minute, two minutes...

Each jump of the progress bar felt like a heavy hammer blow, striking their already fragile hearts.

"Ding!"

A crisp, pleasant notification tone sounded, however, as chilling as the sound of a guillotine blade falling. Data loading complete.

Lin Yu'an moved the mouse and clicked on the file that would ultimately determine their fate. The latest storm forecast path map, like God's final verdict, appeared on the screen.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still. Inside the cabin, only the heavy, suppressed breathing of the three men remained.

They were all stunned.

On the screen, the red predicted path, which had originally pointed like a sharp sword straight towards the northern coast of the Dominican Republic and their flight path, was now visible.

Incredibly, at the next 24-hour mark, a near 90-degree turn appeared! It hurtled towards the depths of the North Atlantic.

“What…what is this?” Raven broke the silence first, her voice filled with unspeakable shock.

She rubbed her sore, stinging eyes hard, almost thinking she was hallucinating from not sleeping for two days straight. "Is the model malfunctioning?"

“No… there’s no mistake.” Lin Yu’an’s fingers flew across the touchpad.

Pull up the upper-air weather map, sea surface temperature map, and atmospheric wind shear map, and cross-compare these dazzlingly complex meteorological data with that incredible path map.

A few seconds later, he found the answer. A relieved smile finally appeared on his face, which had been tense for two days due to extreme fatigue and focus.

“Look here,” he said, pointing to an isobaric map north of the storm. “The North Atlantic subtropical high. It’s unusually strong for this time of year and has extended southwestward.”

"It was like an invisible wall, blocking Artemis's way! It had no choice but to roll away!"

Mike let out a long sigh of relief, a sigh that contained all the exhaustion and torment of the past forty-eight hours.

He vigorously wiped his face with his calloused, rough hands.

Then, he looked at the two young men in front of him and laughed. "We won?"

"We won!" Raven practically screamed as she jumped up!

She hugged Lin Yu'an tightly, kissed him hard on his stubble cheek, and then turned around and hugged her father tightly. The immense pressure that had been building up for two days was released in that moment!
Looking at the two jubilant young men, Mike's eyes were filled with relief as he murmured to himself, "Yes, kids, we won. The ocean was angry, but in the end, it let us off the hook."

The belated joy was like sunlight piercing through the dark clouds, instantly filling the entire ship!

Lin Yu'an deactivated all alarm systems and reduced the engine speed to a leisurely cruising mode. Even the sound of the Polaris cutting through the waves seemed to soften.

"I'll go get the rum!" Mike leaped up from the sofa and rushed toward his treasured liquor cabinet, his movements so agile that he didn't seem like someone over fifty.

"I'm going to cook a real feast!" Raven cheered and ran into the kitchen, vowing to use every fresh ingredient on the ship.

An hour later, the three of them were sitting on the deck at the stern of the ship.

The rising sun painted the sea a magnificent golden hue, and the aroma of grilled grouper mingled with the rich scent of Mike's "Mount Gay XO" rum filled the air.

Mike poured some wine into everyone's glass; the amber liquid refracted a golden luster in the magnificent Caribbean morning light.

"A toast to the North Star," Lin Yu'an said softly, raising his glass.

"To the North Star!" Mike and Raven echoed in unison. Mike took a sip of his drink, his face displaying a calmness born from weathering many storms, making his wrinkles appear even more pronounced.

"When I was young, I encountered a storm in the Gulf of Mexico that I didn't have time to name. In six hours, it went from a tropical depression to a Category 1 hurricane."

"We were on an old sailboat, and the weather forecast was a complete joke."

"The mast broke, the radio stopped working, and we drifted at sea for three days and three nights like a broken bottle thrown away by God."

His gaze was fixed on the rising sun in the distance, his eyes filled not with fear, but with a sense of reminiscence and awe for the past.

“We almost died there. So ever since then, I’ve made a rule for myself: never gamble with the weather.”

He turned his head, raised his glass, and toasted Lin Yu-an and Rui-wen respectively.

"But today, we didn't gamble. Instead, we raced against it with the most precise calculations and crazy sailing, and ultimately won the race."

“We respected it, and it let us off the hook.”

"A toast to Miss Artemis's graceful turn!" Mike raised his glass.

“Homage, Artemis,” Lin Yu’an and Raven said at the same time.

Now, they no longer need to race against time.

The journey to Los Heidiss National Park transformed from a desperate escape into a truly exciting Caribbean adventure cruise.

As night fell, the Polaris sailed slowly southeastward across the mirror-like sea. Inside the cabin, the three men sat down again around the large teak chart table.

At the very center of the table, instead of the chilling weather map, there was a magnified view of the intricate coastline of Los Heidiss National Park.

And that Spanish royal gold coin, shimmering with a warm glow under the light.

“Seriously, Lin,” Raven said, toying with the gold coin, her eyes filled with anticipation, “what do you think… we’ll find?”

“What I mean is, that’s a royal gold coin! The person who hid it was no ordinary pirate.”

This question was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up ripples in everyone's imagination.

Mike swirled his glass contentedly: “A 1712 Spanish royal gold coin, a ‘8 Escudo’ minted specifically for King Felipe V, and in such perfect condition.”

"This thing is priceless in itself. If it can be used as a key, the things hidden inside are absolutely beyond imagination."

"In 1715, the Spanish treasure fleet encountered a hurricane off the coast of Florida, and eleven galleons sank, with billions of dollars worth of wealth sinking to the bottom of the sea."

“Our treasurer was active after 1715 and had the ability to acquire such a royal gold coin.”

"He was very likely... one of the many pirates who took advantage of the chaos and salvaged a fortune from those shipwrecks."

"Among these people, there are notorious figures like 'Blackbeard' Edward Teach, as well as many more ruthless characters who are little known in history."

Raven's breathing quickened: "So... what we're looking for might not be a chest of gold coins, but... a whole ship's treasure? The treasure of Fleet 1715?"

“It’s entirely possible!” Mike exclaimed, slapping his thigh. “He might not be able to transport all the wealth from the sunken ship.”

"But even just the most valuable part—boxes of gold coins, silver ingots, precious jewels, and religious artifacts... that would be enough to send a nation into war!"

Lin Yu'an listened quietly. He wasn't so optimistic, but offered his opinion from a logical perspective: "I think it might not be loose gold coins or silver ingots."

"Oh?" Both father and daughter looked at him curiously.

“Because of the hiding place,” Lin Yu’an explained, “Los Hercenaes National Park is a group of caves in a karst landscape.”

"It was damp and hot there, teeming with all sorts of creatures. If it were just an ordinary wooden box, it would probably have rotted into mud long ago."

"The gold and silver inside may still be there, but finding and moving them will be extremely difficult."

“What could it be?” Raven pressed.

Lin Yu'an's eyes gleamed with thoughtful consideration: "What would make a pirate use such a precious gold coin as a token and choose such an easily defensible and difficult-to-attack place to hide?"

"It must be something with extremely high value density, easy to preserve and transport, and extremely difficult to divide. But I can't think of anything specific."

"Could it be a solid gold statue of the Virgin Mary several meters tall? Or an Inca gold mask inlaid with the finest emeralds? Or perhaps a diplomatic gift from the Spanish royal family at the time?"

These speculations made Mike and Raven gasp in shock.

Compared to the bulky boxes of gold coins, the things Lin Yu'an described were more legendary and more in line with the "royal" status implied by the royal gold coin.

A unique and priceless treasure with historical and artistic value is worth far more than the weight of gold it contains.

“Oh my god…” Raven murmured to herself, “If we really found that thing…”

“That’s the trickiest part,” Captain Mike’s expression also turned serious. “Finding the treasure is only the first step. How to make it safely and legally our treasure is the most dangerous part of this journey.”

"What should we do then?" Raven's voice carried a hint of anxiety. "Are we going to go through all this trouble to find it, only to hand it over to someone else? I'm not willing to accept that!"

“This is still the best-case scenario,” Mike said, his voice growing more serious.

“If we don’t handle this properly, we might even be prosecuted as criminals who looted cultural relics! The Dominican Republic is not the United States; I have no desire to experience their laws and prisons.”

The atmosphere in the salon fell silent once again because of this seemingly unsolvable legal problem. Immense wealth was right before their eyes, yet it felt like a hot potato, leaving them in a dilemma.

Don't think that far ahead.

Just then, Lin Yu'an, who had been listening silently to their discussion, slowly spoke up.

“Mike is right, legal issues are tricky. But that’s something we’ll have to deal with after we find the treasure.”

His gaze swept over the two of them. "We don't even know what it is yet. It's not a hunter's job to worry about how to butcher a bear we haven't even hunted yet."

He pushed the royal gold coin, which gleamed under the light, to the center of the table.

"The only thing we need to do now is to solve the puzzles it has left us with."

"First find it, and as for what to do after finding it... I believe that by then, we will be able to find a reasonable solution."

These words, brimming with a powerful sense of confidence, instantly pulled Mike and Raven back from their anxieties about the future to the present reality.

"That's right, let's find it first!" Mike's fighting spirit was rekindled. "Who cares! No matter how big the trouble is, we'll deal with it after we dig up the treasure! Let's get to work!"

The team's attention was refocused on the mysterious gold coin.

Mike turned his attention back to the nautical chart. "There's another problem. The map on the gold coin is too simplistic."

"Los Hercenaean National Park has such a large coastline, dotted with hundreds of islands and caves. We can't possibly search for them one by one, can we?"

“Of course not.” Lin Yu’an smiled and picked up the gold coin and magnifying glass again.

“Our pirate friend was far smarter than we imagined; the clues he left behind were not just maps.”

He focused the magnifying glass on the edge of the miniature map, pointed to the few almost unrecognizable symbols, and asked the two of them to look closely.

“This doesn’t look like latitude and longitude,” Raven said. “It’s more like some kind of…code?”

“That’s right.” Lin Yu’an nodded. “These are not geographical coordinates, but a set of coded symbols that combine alchemy, astrology, and ancient navigation.”

"A secret phrase that only those in the circle who were both sailors and occult enthusiasts of that era could understand."

He first focused the magnifying glass on the clearest symbol, which was a circle with a horizontal ridge in the middle.

""

"This is the philosophical salt in Paracelsus's 'Three Elements' theory from the 16th century."

“It doesn’t represent the salt we eat, but a philosophical concept—symbolizing the ‘foundation of the material world’.”

Mike and Raven were completely confused, not understanding what this had to do with the treasure map.

Lin Yu'an didn't explain directly, but instead moved the magnifying glass to the second symbol. It was a very simple symbol, a solid circle ●.

He continued, "This symbol has a very consistent meaning in both ancient astronomy and astrology."

"It is the sign of the 'new moon' or 'new moon,' representing the day when the moon is completely obscured by the Earth's shadow."

“New moon…the lowest point…” Raven chewed on these two words, she seemed to have caught a connection, but it wasn’t clear enough.

Finally, Lin Yu'an pointed to the third symbol, which connected all the clues.

It was a symbol composed of a semicircle (⌒) and a crescent-shaped pattern (). The pointed end of the crescent pointed directly into the opening of the semicircle.

Lin Yu'an said, "As for this, it's even more straightforward. The semicircle represents a cave, and this crescent moon... combined with the previous two symbols, the answer to the whole puzzle is obvious."

“Salt…new moon…crescent moon entering the cave…” Mike quickly combined these words in his mind.

His decades of seafaring experience gave him an intimate knowledge of the relationship between the moon and the tides! An extremely bold and ingenious idea struck him like lightning!
“I understand!” he exclaimed. “My God! The guy who left the treasure map is a complete genius!”

"What do you mean?" Raven asked eagerly.

“He’s not using conventional thinking!” Mike’s voice trembled with excitement as he pointed to the symbol.

"Lin just said that this is the salt of philosophy, symbolizing the foundation of the material world, right? But it is still 'salt'!"

"Think about it, what on the sea is related to 'salt' and also to the foundation?"

Before Raven could react, a look of understanding flashed in Lin Yu'an's eyes.

Before they could answer, Mike revealed the answer: "It's the lowest tide! When the tide recedes to its lowest point, it represents the foundation of the material world, and the foundation must always be the lowest!"

"Furthermore, the salt concentration is highest in the intertidal zone! He used the symbol 'salt' to create a double entendre!"

"It doesn't refer to any philosophy here, but rather points to the 'lowest tide'!"

He pointed to those symbols and made the final decryption.

"So, the whole puzzle is—on the days of the new moon (●), when the tide recedes to its lowest point ().

"The entrance to that hidden cave will be revealed, as if guided by moonlight!"

"With this precise symbol, he eliminated the interference of the full moon tide and put an 'astronomical lock' on his treasure, which is only opened once a month and for only a few hours each time!"

"The entrance to the underwater cave where the treasure is hidden is only briefly exposed each month when the tide is at its lowest point!"

"At any other time, it is hidden beneath dangerous rapids and higher water levels, making it impossible to detect!"

This perfect puzzle, which blends real alchemical symbols and puns, sent chills down everyone's spine!

"Then...where is it?!" Raven asked anxiously, feeling that she was only one step away from that secret from three hundred years ago.

"Knowing the time and method is not enough; we still don't know where the specific 'observation point' or reference point is!"

“No, we know.” Lin Yu’an picked up where she left off, refocusing the magnifying glass on the center of the miniature map.

There, two closely linked, key patterns are engraved.

“Our treasure hunter was very cunning,” Lin Yu’an explained. “He didn’t hide the treasure in a place that was obvious at a glance. Instead, he used a double landmark method to locate it.”

He first pointed to the rock outline marked with an "X" and with a very unique shape.

"Doesn't its shape resemble a giant whale with its mouth wide open? This is our macro landmark, telling us the approximate area where the treasure is located."

Mike immediately moved closer to the magnifying glass, staring intently at the pattern. His memory began to race. Suddenly, his eyes widened!

"The Mouth of the Whale!" he cried out in Spanish, uttering the name that was only known to the old sailors.

“That’s right! It’s definitely the mouth of a whale! The most unique eroded rock mountain on the coastline of Los Hertica National Park! It was a landmark for sailors three hundred years ago!”

Raven immediately pulled up a satellite map of Los Heidiss National Park on her iPad and quickly found a photo of the rocky mountain by searching for keywords.

In the photo, the huge limestone mountain, riddled with holes by seawater and time, does indeed resemble a ferocious head with its mouth wide open from a certain angle!
Raven exclaimed excitedly, "Since the 'X' is marked on the rocky mountain, does that mean the treasure is somewhere on that mountain?"

“No, quite the opposite,” Lin Yu’an shook his head, pointing to the relative positions of the two symbols.

"The 'whale's mouth' marked with an X is a reference point, but the cave symbol is where the real treasure is located."

"First, find the whale's mouth, then during the lowest tide of the new moon, look for the underwater cave that will be briefly exposed near its mouth. That's the real treasure trove!"

This progressively decrypting process instantly made the entire treasure hunt route incredibly clear!
All the clues came together perfectly at this moment!
“The next new moon…” Raven almost instinctively took out her phone and opened a professional tide and moon phase app.

"Oh my God..." Her voice trembled with disbelief, "Just... four days from now!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

(Writing this chapter was exhausting. I'm completely worn out from researching.)
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