Mike Dixon

„Further to the right,‟ Tim touched his arm. „You gotta look
for the currents. Over there where the lagoon‟s emptying
through the channels. It‟s running along beside the reef like
it‟s a river. You can‟t miss it.‟
David vaguely saw lines of disturbance on the surface but
couldn‟t be sure. His eyes had always given him trouble. That
was why he‟d given up ball games for rock climbing. He
looked at the GPS and saw what Tim was talking about.
They‟d arrived at the reef Charlie had marked on the charts
but not where he expected.
„We‟re at the southern end of Tong Yee‟s reef.‟
„That‟s right, mate.‟
„Why didn‟t you take us to the north? That‟s where the big
channel is.‟
„We can‟t be sure where it is.‟
„But Charlie located it on the satellite maps. We know
where it is.‟
„We think we do,‟ Tim said quietly. „Charlie followed what
Tong Yee said in the journal but you‟ve got to remember
Tong Yee didn‟t have a GPS and he didn‟t have any satellite
maps. All he had was a compass and a good eye for detail. I
want to follow what he said and see where it gets us.‟
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