Mike Dixon

To make matters worse, the Captain jettisoned the can-
nons onto the reef flat and Tong Yee hid the gold beyond the
drop-off. Waves pounded the reef flat, coral grew slowly and
sand was washed away as quickly as it was deposited. But in
the deeper waters, where the gold was hidden, coral grew
fast and sand was deposited at an alarming rate. David‟s
confidence took a severe knock. He gave three sharp tugs
on the tow rope. It was the signal for Tim to start the motor.
The next three hours were depressing. The sled covered
the entire search area and a variety of readings was recorded
on the magnetometer – most relating to things buried
beneath the sand. David pointed the sled upwards, reached
the inflatable and climbed on board. He placed his scuba
tank at the front and started to strip off his gear.
„What are we going to do, Timmo?‟
„What do you mean?‟
„You were right. We‟re not going to find the gold today.‟
„No sweat, mate! We‟ll just keep looking.‟
„But we don‟t have time.‟ David unbuckled his dive knife.
„We‟ve got to get this thing done quickly.‟
„No we don‟t.‟
„But there‟s those three psychopaths trailing us.‟
„One psychopath and two dickheads,‟ Tim corrected him.
„We‟ll sort those bastards out. Stop worrying!‟