“Everything is taken care of Chuck; you know me, I won’t let you down.’
“Good man Gerry; see you soon.’
Henderson hung up then went into his case and pulled out a clean shirt. He was sweating as he always was. The weight that he was lugging around made him do that; his breath came out in short bursts as he walked around the bedroom with his big belly hanging out. Now that he had about eight pounds of food inside; it wobbled around as he walked. He took out a blue shirt with white on both shoulders and press stud buttons as he was too lazy to buy shirts with button fasteners on them. He changed his huge underwear and somewhere buried beneath the roll of fat was his penis. He went to the toilet and stood urinating then farted again. “My,’ that was a good steak he said to himself; he shook the drips from his penis that resembled the head of a tortoise as it came out momentarily then disappeared again. After washing his hands he fastened a boot lace tie around his huge bull like neck. His chin was lost in the roll of fat that was his face and his bulbous nose was red with the amount of bourbon that he consumed every night. Walking out of the bathroom barefoot, he struggled to put on his socks and then his boots. Beads of sweat were gathering on his forehead again so he wiped them with a clean handkerchief then slipped it inside of his pocket before putting on a light blue Jacket and his Stetson. He picked up his wallet that was so full it would have choked a horse then the card that opened the door to his room and stuffed them in his right hand pocket. He poured himself four fingers of bourbon into a chunky glass and downed it in one then made his way to the front door.
Foxy made all of the men check then recheck the equipment before leaving Dublin Bay on the diving barge. Jim, Rob, and the two girls would follow in the catamaran “The Sandpiper” to the place that Jim had marked out on the map. Using the six figure grid reference method Foxy pinpointed the position as Du 365 422.
“Jim was pleased that the weather was holding out because the Irish weather was so unpredictable. If they could locate the wrecks then lay down a grid. Then next spring they could begin the salvage operation. It would not be wise to attempt the recovery straight away because the tides would be too strong and they would end up like the galleons on the sea bed. Jim was in constant radio contact with Foxy on the barge until they reached the grid reference.
Paul H Jones, Jake Mathews, Rob Mason, Foxy Harris, Selene, and Jim would take the first dive. They took with them clip boards pencils flash lights, and the plastic grid markers that had been made. They checked the air in the bottles before inserting the double breathing hoses into their mouths. The masks covered both nose and eyes but allowed them to see. They rinsed them in sea water before placing them on their faces
then dropped over the side into the brackish water.
The aqua –lung was a great piece of equipment that allowed them to stay under the water for up to an hour at a time. They could then surface and either put on new tanks or let other divers take over. Since Selene was filming it would mean her having to change the tank. They turned on their flash lights and dived down.
Jim was quite surprised to find that this wreck was only sixty feet down. They used a marker buoy so they could find the spot next time. Using a magnetometer Rob Mason could be able to locate metals under the sand any anchors or cannons, cannon balls etc would show up.’ The first thing that Rob found was an amphora a kind of large jug used for holding grain or wine. it was marked on the grid as they searched for more items that would tell them what ship the item came from.