The pile of jello remains concerning. Perhaps doubly so now, if Luka knew its exact origin. But Luka doesn't have a moment to spare for those particular concerns as even more pressing ones seem to be arising.

"No way. Seawater...? Up here?" He jumps back in surprise when the ocean waves reach him, depositing something heavy up on the cliffside sands.

He investigates the object with a few tentative kicks - discerning that it's some kind of container - before he tries to open it.

"Why is this dumb cube so intent on tainting my memories?" He says, an annoyed urgency to his tone as he tries the latch on the treasure chest. "You should make better cubes. Ones that don't try to kill you."