Bhí an spéir thar Chobh lán de réaltaí d'fheasa, mar a bhí an athbhliana ag fanacht go fóill ag an ngeata ama.

The sky over Cobh was full of knowing stars, as the new year still awaited at the gate of time.

Bhí Cillian, Siobhan, agus Maeve i measc na sluaite ar na sráideanna cobblestone gleoite seo, mórthimpeallaithe ag soilse a dhoircheann an gheimhridh.

Cillian, Siobhan, and Maeve were among the crowds on these quaint cobblestone streets, surrounded by lights that dimmed the winter.

Bhí Cillian ag seoladh an scavenger hunt.

Cillian was leading the scavenger hunt.

Bhí mapa airgeadais ullmhaithe aige, agus bhí dóchas á choinneáil go dtiocfadh leis an plean seo an bua a thabhairt dóibh agus go dtabharfadh sé aird Mhaebhe air.

He had prepared a strategic map and held out hope that this plan would lead them to victory and capture Maeve's attention.

Bhí Siobhan, mar ba ghnách, amhrasach faoin bplean.

Siobhan, as usual, was skeptical about the plan.

“Níl sé seo praiticiúil, Cillian,” a dúirt sí leis, ach bhí sí réidh chun an eachtra a thógáil.

"This isn’t practical, Cillian," she told him, but she was ready to embark on the adventure.

Bhí Maeve, ag ciceáil clocha feathail ar an gconair, níos sásta leis an nóiméad ná leis an sprioc féin.

Maeve, kicking pebbles on the path, was happier with the moment than with the goal itself.

Thaitin an t-atmaisféar le hí.

She enjoyed the atmosphere.

Bhí sí ag caint faoin gcultúr ealaíne a shíleann sí a ghabh Cobh, le dathanna na tithe ag paniúrú a samhlaíochta.

She was talking about the art culture she imagined had captured Cobh, with the colors of the houses painting her imagination.

Go gairid, d'eascair deacracht.

Soon, a difficulty arose.

Bhí an mapa liobrálach éagmhaiseach.

The map was liberally ambiguous.

Bhain sé crann amháin as cláir, agus níorbh ionann eaochas amháin a bhí le fáil i ndánlann áitiúil le gaothscáth amháin a bhí crochta i gcrainn Nollag.

It left out one tree from the boards, and there was no match between a key found in a local gallery and an umbrella hanging from Christmas trees.

Rinne Siobhan lámh na mná a chomhairle, ag rá gur mearbhall a bhí air.

Siobhan gave the lady's hand advice, saying it was confusing.

Rinne Maeve gáire le gáire maith.

Maeve laughed heartily.

Bhí an rás ag teip níos mó cosúil leis an mbealach a rinne an dream mór scéim imthosctha céanna.

The race was failing, resembling a grand crowd making the same circumstantial scheme.

Ach d'fhoghlaim Cillian ceacht ag an bpointe seo.

But Cillian learned a lesson at this point.

Bhí a fhios aige go raibh páirt de an raca ról-chasta.

He knew part of the chase was overly complicated.

D’fhéadfaí níos mó cathanna a dhéanamh i gcomhpháirtíocht.

More battles could be fought in partnership.

“Muise, a leithéidí, ní mór dúinn a bheith ag obair le chéile,” ar sé le rá.

“Well, folks, we need to work together,” he said.

Thosaigh siad ag comhoibriú ar gaiscéacht seo.

They began collaborating on this challenge.

Le chéile, thóg siad treo difriúil.

Together, they took a different direction.

Dhírigh siad isteach a bhfeasacht ar na báid uimhir cúig faoin cúl an áit a raibh an t-alt deireanach.

They focused their awareness on the boats numbered five near the back where the final item was located.

Bhí alltacht orthu agus iad ag lorg na míre, táilliúin dhraíochta déanta agus tinte ealaíne mar a bhí dhreigheann os a chionn.

They were astonished as they searched for the item, enchanted tokens made and fireworks as dragons above them.

Rinne iarracht deireanach orthu tríd an carn rudaí, agus fuair siad an mír sin fada acu.

They made a last effort through the heap of things, and they found the item they longed for.

Níor bhuadar i ndeireadh thiar, ach ní raibh sin i gceist.

In the end, they didn’t win, but that wasn’t the point.

Ag ealú gan coinne, thug Maeve do Cillian sceitsín beag a rinne sí iad féin le linn an turas sin.

Unexpectedly, Maeve gave Cillian a little sketch she made during that trip.

D’aimsigh sé a croí agus a shaothar a fheabhsú.

It touched his heart and improved his work.

Bhí áthas air an nasc sin a bhaint amach.

He was glad to make that connection.

Sa ghlaoch sin an oíche, d’fhoghlaim Cillian gur fiú i bhfad níos mó a dhéanamh le haghaidh gnáth-eachtraí.

In that call of the night, Cillian learned that much more is worth doing for ordinary adventures.

Bhí spiorad saoil nua dó bogadh ar aghaidh, anois sa bhliain nua.

A new spirit of life moved him forward, now in the new year.