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“Everything I need, I have.”
“What about travel?” suggested Adriana. “Wouldn’t it be great to see the
world?”
English gave them a disinterested shrug. “Where do people go for vacation?
The islands. Me, I am already here. But,” he added, “the first money from any
treasure will repay Antilles Oil for use their equipment. Another share should go
to Braden’s family, no?”
Star nodded. “And Iggy Ocasek. He helped us find the deeper wreck.”
“I’m going to give some of my share to this guy back home,” said Kaz. “A
hockey player. He’s got — medical bills.”
“I haven’t thought about what I’m going to do with my share,” Adriana told
them. “Donate it to charity, I guess.”
Dante rolled his eyes. “Yeah, me, too. I’m donating mine to the Dante
Foundation.”
“For now, there is no money, only talk,” English said sharply. “Remember
this — gold is valuable because it is hard to get, not easy. And harder still to
keep.”
It took two hours for the slow-moving ship to reach the coordinates of the
wreck site at the edge of the Hidden Shoals. By this time, the three divers were
sweltering in their watertight “dry” suits, waiting to transfer to the bell. The bell
was pressurized and docked with the chamber by means of an airtight tunnel.
The three crawled through into the cramped space that would be their home for
the operation to come. They carried their Ratcliff diving helmets — Rat Hats.
The bell was dark and damp, and smelled like a locker room after the big
game — the odor of physical labor, bodies, perspiration. The walls were curved,
with view ports barely the size of CDs. There was no floor that Adriana could
see. They settled themselves uncomfortably on endless piles of coiled umbilical
lines. English pulled the hatch shut with a muffled thud.
According to the gauge, the pressure was already equivalent to a depth of
660 feet. It’s happening, Adriana thought to herself. We’re really going to do
this.
Henri’s voice came through the interphone box. “Can you read me in the
pot?”
They could hear Dante in the background. “Hey, what does this switch do?”