The Swordfish left Dublin Bay soon after the Sandpiper; it followed it from a good mile away they weighted anchor when the catamaran came to a halt.
“What in the hell are they searching for so far away from the shore for said the fat man?’
“Maybe they found something; or know something that we don’t; replied Peter de Marcos.
“Well keep a close eye on them and report back to me if they find anything.’
Looking through a pair of binoculars Aaron Michaels watched with interest as he saw a woman on the barge rinsing her hair under a makeshift shower on board. Then a net was brought on board with some rocks in it. He quickly reported this to his boss who told his men to take turns to watch the boat as well as the barge. He waited until it had gone quiet on the barge then sent Bentley Gibson and Ricardo Alvarez out in a dingy under the cover of darkness. Gibson was wearing SCUBA gear and he slipped silently over the side with a torch to look over the grid marked site. He returned fifteen minutes later and they rowed back to the boat.
“Well said Henderson what’s going on. They’ve grid marked about a hundred feet. I couldn’t see anything of value or any wreck down there and I had a good look around.’ Well tomorrow might just give us a clue what they are up to.’
Over the next two weeks Jim and his men sifted through tons of sand but had found very little apart from a cannon, some iron cannon balls, two silver forks that had a Spanish mark on them.
They had searched 9,400 square feet; slowly they carried on right through September then through October when the weather began to beat them. They found what looked like a sword and the good thing about it was its handle it was encrusted with rubies and made of gold. The blade had rusted some, but this sword must have belonged to someone of high rank.
Jim’s men stared at the find as Monique used some epoxy resin to preserve the blade.
“Well lads where there is this piece of treasure there has to be more so keep your eyes peeled.’ The things that we have so far might just pay for this trip.’
They had covered almost four square miles in that time. Jake Matthews and John McWilliams sailed ashore and filled up six large gas tanks with air which would keep them going for another week. Jim reckoned that this would be their final week this year and would come back in the spring to resume their search. They were now diving for up to nine hours a day now; it was slow laborious work bus necessary so that they complete a study for the IUS and Durham University.
After almost two months the fat man had nothing to show for his time and effort. He asked Gerry to come and fetch him in a boat plane and take him for some female company. Henderson left the others on board telling them to keep up surveillance on the two vessels but they waited until he got away and had themselves a party. They helped themselves to the fat man’s cache of bourbon and played music so loudly that it was noticed by Jim and his team.
“Looks like we have company Jim said “Foxy Harris.’
Take a couple of men with you and go and see what they are up to will you?’
“Aye, aye skipper.’