Working the wand of the detector, I ran it over the ocean floor. Slowly, with the earphone attached to my right ear, I heard the low pitch of a hum. The pitch would rise when I found any metal of consequence.
I’d looked it up on the web, and apparently minerals in the water weren’t enough to set it off. I kicked, and moved another ten or fifteen feet, trying to keep the anchor as my focal point.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amy, gazing at the coral and the school of black-and-white sheepshead that went swimming by.
I kept moving, running the wand along the bottom. At the most I had sixty minutes on this tank. There was a spare in the boat, but if I did my job I might not need it.
And I was breathing too fast. Settle down. Relax. I remembered the instructor telling us, “Breathe slow and not too deep.” You could use a sixty-minute tank up in twenty minutes if you weren’t careful.
I saw a bigger fish in the distance, murky until it came closer. A long gray nurse shark about nine feet long. I shuddered. They were usually harmless, and typically hunted at night, but I’m not a fan of sharks, period. I stopped moving and after observing me for several seconds, the shark swam away, his body twisting in the water. Let the air out. Slowly. Conserve your air supply.
Amy was oblivious to the shark, darting here and there and not checking on me at all. It was okay. I didn’t want her to be too observant.
The crates would be a little over fourteen inches long, so if I found something, the signal should go for over a foot. I was out from the anchor maybe one hundred feet, so I started to retrace my path, only this time sweeping the wand across the path I’d made. Back and forth, twenty or thirty feet either way.
Nothing. After about ten minutes I decided to have James move the boat. Signaling Amy, we swam back to the anchor.
I pulled myself up after her, feeling pretty good about how I’d performed. I’d figured it out, and remembered most of the important points. Hey, I was still alive.
Ten minutes later we’d anchored the boat in a new position and were getting ready to go back down.
“Did she take off her clothes down there?” Em asked.
I didn’t respond.
When Amy and I dropped off the boat, I found the water a little deeper. Coral grew everywhere. Brain coral, star coral, fire coral and I played the wand right beside it. I didn’t want to injure any of the stuff, but at the same time I wasn’t going to let a small amount of coral get in the way of forty-four million dollars. There had to be a way.
Back and forth as Amy would spot a school of parrotfish, angelfish, or a formation of coral, and go after it. Nothing, nothing, and nothing.
And then I heard it. The low gentle hum of the detector was stronger in my ear, then very strong, like a siren. I swear it sounded like a fire engine. Then quieter, then back to the steady frequency. What the heck? I ran it back and there it was again.
Stopping directly over the loud noise, I swam down, pulling up the metal detector and staring at the loamy soil beneath it. There it was. An irregular circle, corroded metal, sitting on the ocean floor. I picked it up, studied it for a few seconds then dropped it in the pocket of my swim trunks. Maybe it was a coin. Maybe it was a piece of cheap metal.
Moving back and forth over the loamy bottom I listened intently. Just that constant hummmmm sound. Then there was another rise in volume, the sirens at full volume, and I stopped. Same scenario.
A semiround piece of metal, covered with corrosion. I pocketed the piece.
Back and forth, back and forth. Nothing. After twenty minutes I found Amy admiring the coral and totally oblivious as to what I had been doing.
I pointed up and she nodded. We found the anchor and rope and rose to the surface, kicking with our fins.
“So what do you think, amigo?”
“I got nothing, James. It’s a big, big ocean.”
“Yeah, but if that gold …” he hesitated, “if that collection of gold coins is there, it would be well worth it.”
I nodded. “I want to check those coordinates again, James.”
“Then I hope we’re wrong.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “Wrong about what?”
“The location.”
“We don’t know if we’re right or wrong.”
James cast a quick glance at Amy who was in conversation with Em.
“Skip, take the glasses,” he handed me the binoculars, “and look off the starboard bow.”
“Starboard?” the boat shifted, turning with the slight breeze.
“Behind us, damn it. About the end of the pier. Coming this way.”
I trained the glasses in that direction and saw a small boat.
“Wow. These things really have some power.”
“Look closer, amigo. Much closer.”
Staring through the glass, I adjusted the center wheel to bring everything into focus. It took several seconds.
“I’ve got it homed in. Now, what am I looking for?” I’d trained the lenses onto the approaching boat.
“You can see the occupants?”
“Yeah.”
“And you can make out their faces?”
“I guess. What am I supposed to be looking for here, James?” I was looking and trying to shed my tank at the same time.
“Damn it, Skip. Look.”
“James, I’ve got my eyes on the-” I stopped. I stopped taking off the tank, stopped talking, and just kept the glasses aimed directly at the boat.
“I thought you’d get it.”
Todd Markim and Jim Weezle were headed directly for our boat, and we had no backup plan.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Their craft didn’t seem to be much bigger than ours and it did not appear that they were moving very fast. Probably a cheap rental from a place like Skeeter’s.
As I pulled in the anchor, James started the boat.
“What’s wrong, boys?” Em saw the look of determination on my face.
“We’ve got friends.” I pointed toward the shore.
“Let me guess. Markim and Weezle?”
“Yes, except that Weezle is dead.”
“Obviously not.” She rolled her eyes. “Or are we on that ghost thing again?”
“What is going on?” Amy stared at us, obviously a bit confused.
“Two guys who want the same thing we want.”
“The gold coins?”
“The gold.” I looked back and saw they were gaining ground, or in this case, gaining water. “The gold coins.”
“Are they dangerous?”
The engine chugged and our boat slapped at the water.
James shouted above the noise of the engine, the water, and the wind. “We don’t know, but we’re not going to stick around and find out.”
“I’ve got something just in case,” Em yelled out.
“What?” We all three harmonized.
She reached into her beach bag and pulled out the.38 revolver.
“You carry a gun?” Amy’s eyes were wide open.
“Just a little precaution.”
Watching her drop it back in the bag, I said, “Just a little protection.”
“That too.”
We ran parallel to the shore, waiting to see if they followed us.
The breeze picked up as James angled back toward land, the little craft buffeted by the stronger wind.
“You okay?” I asked.
“We’re making headway.” He looked over his shoulder, his hair blowing in the wind. “Are they coming?”
I looked back with the glasses as we bounced across the waves. I could smell the salt in the air.
“It appears they are right about where we were.”
“Dude, do you think they’ve got the same information that we have?”
“Don’t know,” I shouted. “So far, ours hasn’t panned out too well.”
I felt the Velcro pocket of my swim suit.
“Hey, James, I may have found some coins.”
He spun around. “No shit?”