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Updated: June 4, 2025
The lights of the frogmen's boat, visible as bright halos through the rain, were tossing violently just inside the eastern reef. Apparently the boat was anchored. The rain was too thick for them to see any movement aboard, or to see details of the boat itself. "Move carefully," Rick cautioned. He had to raise his voice to be heard above the storm. "We haven't explored this shore.
By the time they had pried off the first few boards it was time to surface. They went topside and changed tanks, then rested for half an hour. There was no sign of activity at the frogmen's house, nor could they see Tony at work on his midden, since the location was hidden by palms. Rick said thoughtfully, "The brass ball might be some kind of signaling device." "What kind of signals?"
The reef was much closer here, and long swells that had come all the way across the Atlantic sounded like subdued thunder as they broke. It was dark now, and only the white of the breaking water could be seen. They walked up the eastern shore until the lights of the frogmen's house were directly opposite, then turned toward it, moving with caution. "Take it easy," Rick whispered.
The boys started the compressor to fill the tanks used the previous night, then untied the Water Witch and headed for the diving area. Scotty scanned the frogmen's house through the glasses, but saw nothing of interest. They anchored just outside the reef and looked for their buoy. It was gone, probably torn away by the storm. "We can find the wreck again," Rick said. "No trouble.
"Trouble is, that's our only communication. I could contact the St. Thomas airport and request that they pass a message, but that would be like broadcasting it to the world. Steve might not like it." Zircon's deep voice cut into his comment. "Look! Our friends are apparently going to do some night work." There were lights on the frogmen's boat, and it was putting out.
He carried his spear gun while Zircon took the wrecking bar. Rick watched as they vanished from sight, leaving only the continuing track of bubbles. Ashore, a man came out of the fancy frogmen's house and walked down to the beach. He shaded his eyes and stared at the Water Witch. Rick pointed him out to Tony. "This business stumps me," the archaeologist admitted.
You two take the boat. We won't need it. I'll walk over and take a look every once in a while, and if we see our friends from the cottage near you, we'll come running." The boys helped Tony prepare a simple lunch of soup and sandwiches, then all hands retired to the front porch to eat. Up the beach, there were signs of activity around the frogmen's boat.
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