CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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About twenty minutes later, Sean pulled up to the Oak Island’s causeway gate in his Mercedes. Security had been doubled. One of the guards approached the car as Sean rolled down his window.

“Good afternoon Mr. Williamson,” spoke the guard, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to search your car sir; strict orders from Mr. Derringer. All vehicles are to be thoroughly inspected prior to entry. Please pop your trunk and step out of the vehicle.”

Without hesitation, Sean pulled the tiny lever below his steering column to open the trunk and then got out of the car. The guard checked out the trunk as two others, who had by then surrounded the Mercedes, searched the interior. Nothing of suspicion was found.

“Thank you Mr. Williamson,” spoke the original guard. He signaled to the kiosk and the gates were opened. Sean slammed the door of his car and drove through.

The guard waved and re-entered the kiosk. He immediately picked up the phone and made a call.

“Get me Derringer,” he said once his call was answered, “He’s on the island.”
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The island was extraordinarily busy. Sean drove on and parked his car by the computer shack. He got out and looked around to make sure no one was watching him. He began to walk the worker’s pathway and made his way over to a team of drillers who were working around the original pit and the conical boulder nearest it. Dr. Stoker arrived and greeted Sean. He began giving instructions to the team for relocation. A new primary drilling target point was calculated and the entire work force was to concentrate on it.

Sean remained behind in the now near abandoned area as the group of men moved toward the target point. He pulled out a piece of notepaper from his raincoat and began to roughly calculate various distances as craftily as possible. After jotting down some numbers, he paced a line toward the mysterious conical boulder nearest him then stopped and knelt down. The soil in the area was dry. He then dug a small hole approximately fifteen feet away from it using a small pick/shovel he’d found lying about.

With a now formed smile, he next pulls out a compass from his coat pocket and continues his reckoning: He looks up towards the fading sun, he references his notepaper and the compass. The sound of the workers and the mining equipment continued in the near distance. Sean turned 180 degrees around and continued his measuring for a few more moments. Finally, he folded his notepaper and put his compass back into his coat. As he began to make for his Mercedes, he heard a curious crackling just beyond the tree line some 200 feet away. He froze in his tracks. Guardedly and with certain trepidation, he took a closer look.

“Hello?” he shouted. “Is there anybody there?”

No response. He backed back onto the workers pathway and to his car.
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Several minutes later, Sean burst back into the motel room with two blue overalls. Alexis is eating a slice of cheese pizza and hovering over some papers strewn on the bed.

“Jesus!” exhaled Alexis, “What’s the matter with you? You know I’m jumpy as is.”

“I think I found the spot.”

“You’re kidding. That’s great. What do we do?”

“Put this on,” he handed her one of the overalls and began to take off his shoes.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“We’ve got to disguise ourselves as workers. McGinnis has about 200 additional men coming on the island to help tonight. They’re pulling twenty-four hour shifts now.”

“Two hundred?” she said with surprise.

“He hasn’t got much time. If he doesn’t find this thing before the tunnels cave in, he never will. Which means we never will either.”

Alexis shot a look at her husband who was now standing in his underpants.

“I get it,” she smirked, “We’re going to be one of those workers and sneakily stray off the work load to do our own little mission impossible thing, right? Is that the plan?”

“Exactly.”

“How many female drillers work the island, Sean?”

“None, Steve,” he said and dug through his pants pocket, “I got you some bobby pins so you can put your hair up and…,” he popped open his briefcase and pulled out a blue cap, “…wear this. Ta da!”

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A storm was brewing off the coast of Mahone Bay. The men could see it coming. Hundreds of workers had been trucked onto Oak Island that evening. The enormous floodlights that illuminated the island were on full blast. Alexis and Sean snuck out from the bushes lining the main highway to just outside of the main causeway gates. Every time a truck streamed through the small dirt road that lead to the causeway, they’d turn off their flashlights.

“You ready?” he asked Alexis.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do it.”

They stepped rapidly and approached the back of one of the trucks that had slowed down to ease the flow of traffic over the causeway just beyond the gates. They both sat on the rear bumper of the truck and rode it up to and through the main gates.

One of the guards saw them as the truck passed through. Alexis quickly turned away and Sean waved at the guard in a friendly manner. The guard let it go. After all, they had blue overalls on…

Just beyond the causeway and about a hundred yards onto the island, the truck stopped and several men began to get out. Alexis and Sean hopped off the bumper dexterously and mixed in with the workers. A moment later, a large burly man with a heavy Quebec accent, ostensibly their foreman, stepped forward and the men gathered around him.

“Alright, listen up, ey,” he said and took a swig from a decanter, “We’ve got a lot of work to do and little time to do it in. So get yer arses in gear and no mess around. You men, take the ditch area down by the cofferdam. Mac will be there soon. The rest of you’ve got the Joe job. We’re moving that pile of dirt over there,” he pointed at an enormous fill pile, “to over there,” he pointed to a clearing some two hundred yards off. Now lets do some minty work and collect da bonus the Kipper promised, ey?”

The group prepared for their grueling tasks. Sean went over to the equipment set out and picked out two shovels, two lanterns, a rack of rope and a pick. He headed back to Alexis and handed her the rope and pick. Just as he was to lead the way, an old workman approached them.

“What the hell you grabbin’ a pick for?” he asked with a twitch in his face.

“Because I told him to, old man!” barked Sean threateningly. “That alright?”

“Yeah,” whimpered the startled man, “ That’s fine.” The workman scadaddled off and joined the rest of the men.

“That was good,” whispered Alexis.

They started towards the direction in which all were heading but veered off the path and snuck into the trees. With all speed, they moved along taking care not to be seen. Finally, they came to the edge of the trees and, for the first time, in the clearing, Alexis saw the original pit. She felt the biting Atlantic breeze as she gazed at this hole in the ground that had brought her so close to demise.

“Alright,” said Sean, “This is it. I marked the area with three stones pile up. See?” he pointed them out to her. “If we’re right, according to the letter, that’s where the retrieval shaft should be located. All we have to do is dig between twenty and thirty feet down. Sea level is at about thirty-two feet, right? So if the shafts got flooded, the angled retrieval tunnel would also get flooded--but only up to sea level. All we’ve got to do is dig straight down from this point. I figured the extending shaft would be no bigger than about four feet in diameter. Given the position of the giant crucifix and a width of that size, this is the only spot that would make sense. I used the original pit as the center point and worked out the angle of a four-foot shaft extending out at forty-five degrees. Because the original pit is so close to the northern tip of the island, a measured circumference area would place most of the possibilities under the sea. So I…”

“Sean, please, I don’t care,” she shushed the man. “Let’s just do this. I trust you.”

“Not the brightest thing to do, Ms. Walls,” McGinnis’s voice startled the couple as four large beams of light centered on them. They were surrounded; McGinnis, Derringer and six men—all brandishing an assortment of weaponry--were closing in. Alexis and Sean huddled near. “I trusted him and look where it got me,” continued McGinnis who was now clearly visible.

“If you’ve got any weapons, you’d be smart to dispose of them right now Mr. Allen,” Derringer warned sternly.

“That’s right, Mr. Allen,” continued McGinnis as he slowly walked up to the couple, “Mr. Sean Allen. We know who you are. I must say, I didn’t think you’d have something like this in you. When we first met in California four years ago, well, first off, you had a quite a mane of hair and sported a lighter complexion—but I suppose life in sunny California may do that to you. You seemed so disheveled and tousled then. How on Earth did you muster up the wherewithal to pull the wool over the eyes of a man like me?”

He whacked Sean’s leg with his cane and grabbed him by the collar of his overalls.

“Did you really think that after twelve years of searching for the Treasure of the Templar that I would allow you to snatch it out from under me?” spoke McGinnis with a sinister tone. He slapped Sean square on the face. “ I trusted you,” he spat in his face and slapped it again.

“Stop!” hollered Alexis who had been grappled down by two of the men. McGinnis threw Sean onto the ground. Two men hold him down while the others cover them with their guns.

McGinnis knelt down where Sean was about to dig and felt the dirt of that spot. He got up and signaled Derringer who, in turn, squawked some commands into his walkie-talkie. When complete, Derringer turned to face Sean and smiled.
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Over the course of some five hours and with the aide of nearly thirty men, McGinnis’s people had cribbed out an elaborate shaft nearly twenty feet deep from the point Sean had determined must be the landmark above the hiding chamber below surface. After digging only three or four feet below the surface, the remains of an ancient pit was discovered and the hunters knew that they were truly onto something. Two separate computer systems along with technical gear were stationed near the new shaft.

Sean and Alex had been sitting by an oak tree covered by two men with high-powered handguns. Derringer, Trousdale, and McGinnis, wrapped up in scarves and jackets, surrounded the rim of the pit anxiously. The constant sound of the drill in the shaft and the ever-increasing size of wave’s splashing were the primary sounds that echoed through the trees of Oak Island. Then, finally, the drilling stopped. All that could be heard was a gull in the distance.

After nearly two minutes of silence from the pit, a voice called up:

“Nothing.”

“Damn it!” shouted McGinnis. He aggressively walked toward the tree Sean and Alexis had been held by and grabbed Sean by the collar again. Lifting him up, it was apparent to all that, though he was of an advanced age, McGinnis was a very strong man.

“You will tell me where the tunnel is. You will tell me now!”

“I told you,” Sean replied as he turned away from McGinnis’s infamous bad breath, “this is as far as I’ve gotten. I don’t know anymore than you.”

McGinnis punches Sean who was hurled across the ground and fell to his knees.

“NO!” screamed Alexis, “Please stop…”

“Mr. McGinnis,” shouted Dr. Stoker from behind a monitor near the newly formed pit, “We’ve got to move faster. The instruments are showing major seismic activity in the southwest corner of the island, sir!”

McGinnis rushed over to Sean, still kneeling on the ground and picked him up.

“Why can’t we find the hidden chamber?”

“I told you,” spoke Sean, now quite weak, “Kidd must’ve hidden it somewhere else. Think of all the decoys he’s set out. This whole thing could be another decoy…”

“NO! No, it’s not a decoy,” yelled the fraught man, “This is all too coincidental—for there to be a shaft precisely where you thought it would be. It’s here! Now what are you hiding?”

“We’ve got something!” shouted a digger from the pit.

McGinnis rushed over to the pit and, with the help of some men, got into a harness straddled off of a crane over the pit and was lowered down. The shaft was lit by electronic light diodes lining it that emitted a marvelous amount of light each. At the bottom of the shaft, six men had established a plateau and were pricking at the sides of the shaft. McGinnis saw that they had uncovered a metal plate—what appeared to be a door.

In just under twenty minutes or so, more workers were lowered down and methodically increased the size of the shaft. The metal plate was now completely uncovered. Like an experienced pit-crew, two men used tools to pull out the rivets used to seal the passageway the plate concealed. With great precision, the workers pulled the metal plate off to reveal a chamber with two manmade tunnels leading out of it. Sean could not believe his eyes.

“This is it,” whispered McGinnis to himself, “I’ve got you.”

He began to make his way down the left tunnel, illuminating the way with a large beam torch, when Derringer, who had joined them, stopped him.

“Wait! What if this is another trap?”

McGinnis was reluctant to heed his henchman’s word but did so despite his complete arousal. He was moments away from a life’s ambition come true. He would not let it slip away carelessly. Perhaps Derringer had a point.

“Get Mr. Williamson…or Allen…whoever he is. Get that son of a bitch down here,” commanded McGinnis. Derringer relayed the message through his walkie-talkie.

On the surface, the rains from this most powerful Atlantic storm had begun to pound the island. The storm was moving in faster than anyone had imagined. Three men dashed toward Sean and Alex, all the while protecting themselves from the rain, and picked the two up by their arms. Two of them took Sean toward the pit and began to strap him in while the other took Alexis by the arm and forcefully rushed her towards a van parked in the background.

“Where are you taking him? Sean!” shrieked Alexis.

“Don’t worry, honey,” consoled Sean from a distance, “Just do as they say.”

The rest of the men standing about were hysterically covering the electronic equipment and preparing for the storm’s onslaught.

Sean was lowered down into the pit. Once he touched down, the men unsnapped his harness, tied his hands behind him, and hurled him into the chamber the metal plate was concealing where McGinnis, Derringer and several other large men awaited him.

“Well, Sean,” spoke an eerily calm McGinnis, “It seems that our mutual needs can now be met. I need you to be my tour guide and you need me to keep you and your lovely wife alive. I think this joint venture will prove profitable to us both, don’t you?”

“Mr. McGinnis!” Stoker’s voice is heard from the surface of the pit. “Mr. McGinnis? Can you hear me?”

“What is it?” shouts Derringer.

“Can you hear me down there?”

“We can hear you!” snapped McGinnis, “What is it, man?”

“The storm’s set in,” continued Stoker, shouting at the top of his lungs, “We’re reading main seismic line activity up here. You have to abort now! The Coastal Patrol is evacuating everyone. You have to come out!”

“NO!” exploded McGinnis.

“I need the letter,” Sean exclaimed.

“Well, that shouldn’t be a problem. Where is it?”

“It’s back at the motel.”

“Back at the motel?” McGinnis stepped away and let Derringer do his worst to Sean: He swung the butt of his gun and slashed Sean across the face leaving him with a bloody lip.

“Please forgive Mr. Derringer,” continued McGinnis, “He’s always lacked something in manners. It seems, my dear Kelly, that we’ve come to an impasse.”

“Listen to me,” recovered Sean, “I can’t help you without that letter. This island is about to be destroyed and it’s going to take us with it. Ask yourself, Anthony, ask yourself this: Is this treasure worth your life?”

McGinnis stared at the clever man and took in two full breaths. He winced and, next, smiled.

“No,” answered McGinnis with a building intensity, “but it’s worth yours. Everyone except Derringer and McCully—back to the surface,” the men immediately stepped into action. McGinnis continued, “Jamison, evacuate the entire island. Leave a radio in my Jeep. Have a retrieval team on stand-by on the mainland. We’ll call you when we find it. Quickly. Move!”

They alll scrambled back to the surface. McGinnis shoved Sean down the leftmost tunnel while he stood at the tunnel’s mouth shining his flashlight down the sinister and forbidding passage. Sean slowly walked forward into the darkness, his hands still tied behind his back.

“I can’t see anymore,” called back Sean.

McGinnis motioned Derringer and McCully, a short blond man who had a reputation for being quite agile, to take the tunnel on the right. The two made their way down the right tunnel. McGinnis followed Sean into the leftmost tunnel.

Derringer and McCully had moved into their dank tunnel nearly forty feet when McCulley’s flashlight reflected off of a metallic object on the ground. The two focused onto it and wiped some dirt from it only to discover that it was, in fact, a six-inch-wide bar of gold laid into the ground and stretching from wall to wall—a line measuring the width of the tunnel.

Derringer looked up at McCully with a greedy smirk but was surprised to find McCully pointing his flashlight down the tunnel and glaring with a look of confusion. The end of the tunnel was only ten feet further, but what McCully was amazed by was the round stone tablet protruding from the wall at the end of the tunnel

Simultaneously, McGinnis and Sean discovered the exact same findings in their tunnel—the bar of gold and the protruding stone tablet. Sean immediately recognizes the shape of the tablet as one he’d seen as a drawing in one of the letters he’d inherited. Both parties approached the respective tablets. McGinnis, after examining the tablet like a child examining a new born sibling, attempted to push at it.

“Wait!” warned Sean. “Something’s not right. Why would there be two tunnels?” In that moment of hesitation, the two felt the tunnel trembling. Derringer, after very little effort and with both hands, had turned the stone tablet to the left. McCully turned to see a large slab of stone falling from above directly onto the bar of gold in the tunnel’s floor and encasing the two of them with about ten feet of space between it and the tunnel’s end.

Immediately, Derringer grasped the tablet and attempted to turn it the opposing way—but it wouldn’t budge. He pulled his hands away and noteiced that his finger were wet. Suddenly, from behind the tablet, water began to seep in—salt water. The volume of the gushing water increased by the second.

Sean had now made his way over to tunnel that had just entombed Derringer and McCully. He had with him a green light diode he’d retrieved from the main chamber after having crawled his way back out of the fork of the tunnel he and McGinnis were in.

“What’s going on? Where are they?” said Sean and then went silent. He heard the men from the other side of the stone slab.

“Help! It’s flooding!”

Sean realized what had happened.

“Oh my God,” said the terrified guy as he tried to lift the slab with his hands in near darkness. He could hear the desperate cries of the men from the other side of the stone slab. He stopped trying to lift the slab and began searching his surroundings for something that might help when he noticed the water was seeping in from beneath the slab into the main part of the tunnel. The screams became more frantic from beyond the slab. Sean knew that the entire labyrinth would flood in just a few moments.

He left and returned down into the tunnel McGinnis was still in, hoping that the same fate hadn’t sealed his end. Luckily, he sees McGinnis mesmerized by the stone tablet.

“Anthony! Come with me. I need your help!” shouted Sean but McGinnis didn’t respond.

“You’re men are dying!”

McGinnis did not reply.

Lost beneath this island that may be his final resting place, Sean decided to make his way back over to Derringer and McCulley with the hopes of saving them somehow. Derringer had the walkie talkie necessary to call for help.

The water was now waste high on the other side of the slab. Derringer and McCully had reached a state of sheer panic. McCully dug at the side of the tunnel. As the water reached the mens’ necks, Derringer started to fire his pistol at the slab and scream at it. He fired all the gun’s rounds into it to no avail. Then, he noticed that McCully’s light was missing. McCully, for that matter was gone! Derringer reached down into the muddy water and pulled McCully’s body up to discover that a ricocheted bullet had split his head in two.

“Derringer!” screamed Sean. “Derringer!!” It was too late. Shocked and freezing cold, Sean crawled back up one prong of the fork, into the central chamber and back down the first prong he’d been down. McGinnis was still at the tablet. The shaking and trembling around him had no effect on him. At the very moment Sean saw the, what appeared to be, hypnotized man, McGinnis turned the tablet. Sean was too far to stop him.

“NO!” he yelled out to McGinnis. The tablet was turned completely but no stone slab had fallen. Instead, the entire wall that comprised the tunnel’s end slowly leaned forward about six feet. Dirt was covering everything. The two wordless men covered their noses for a terrible stench had fumigated the tunnel. They could not believe the ingenuity before them: The entire wall was a concealed doorway, not unlike a giant safe.

With a sudden jolt, the wall leaned all the way, like a draw bridge, onto the ground and it’s complex mechanical systems were now revealed as the men shone their lights along the lining of the interior wall. Unexpectedly, the men were sickened to see the contents of the inner chamber—hundreds of corpses and cadavers piled atop each other! They had discovered a pirate burial ground.

McGinnis’s knees gave out. His ivory cane fell away as he dropped to the tunnel’s floor in shambles.

“Years of research, time, money…for this,” spoke the defeated man. “I suppose he had to get rid of the bodies in some way. Lord knows what they would have done to him if the Admiralty found that he’d murdered his entire crew to keep his found secret hush hush.” His chuckle built in intensity to a full blown and hearty laugh as tears filled the old man’s eyes.

“Quite a find, really,” he said and let out another cry. Out of the blue, McGinnis pulled a pistol out from his coat pocket and fired at Sean, striking him in his left shoulder. Sean, writhing in pain, fell to the floor and began to crawl back out the tunnel.

McGinnis, who had now found his cane and was walking behind the wounded younger man, continued his monologue, “I suppose this would be considered noble.” He fired another round into Sean’s leg.

“To find proof of one man’s greed and to put an end to the criticisms brought about by his trial,” said the drunken fiend and fired another round—this time into Sean’s upper back. McGinnis had snapped. He was fumbling about now in a state of delirium.

Sean was barely alive, yet he continued to try and pull his body up and out of the tunnel. McGinnis had by now passed the crawling body on his way back up to salvation.

“Obviously, he was guilty,” continued the elderly, “He must have found the treasure of the Templar, used his crew to retrieve it and, then, killed them all. My kind of guy.”

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Alexis was enraged and helpless. The men had hog tied her and left her in the back of the van some fifty yards from the site of the ensuing disaster. When everyone was evacuated, the van, along with Alexis, was abandoned. The storm pelted the van with heavy rain as the woman tried to untie herself. She could feel the ground shaking beneath her. She had no time left. Suddenly the van’s door opened and a man entered. He turned on the van.

“Hey!” screamed Alexis, “Back here!”

The man turned around to see her stranded. It was Davies!

“Holy…, Alexis?”

“Davies? Oh my god! I’m so glad you’re…help me get out of these,” she called.

“I knew you were still out here!” said the reporter as he hopped into the back of the van and untied her.

“He’s down there!”

“Who?”

“Sean, my husband, he’s still in the pit!” yelled a desperate woman.

“Yeah, but the island, haven’t you heard? The Coastal Patrol’s evacuating everyone,” shouted Davies over the sound of the storm. “The whole damn place is gonna go!”

“I don’t care!” shouted back Alexis, “ We’ve got to try!”

The two looked at one another. Davies, abruptly, hopped back over to the driver’s seat and turned the van on.

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Back in the antechamber to the forked tunnels, Sean, bloody and shaking, was squirming away from a now maniacal McGinnis.

“It didn’t have to end this way,” spoke McGinnis, “We could’ve been the grand co-discoverers of this great find—this travesty! You didn’t have to die. Sure, I would’ve been disappointed, but at least you would’ve lived.”

McGinnis points his pistol towards the back of Sean’s head at point blank range. Sean, with only a trace of life in him, rests on the soggy and muddied floor of the hollow. McGinnis pulled the trigger of his gun—but learned he was out of ammunition.

“Hmm,” McGinnis simpered and threw the pistol at the dying man, “You really are a lucky son of a bitch. Farewell, Mr. Sean Allen.”

Just then, the island began to shake intensely. Rocks and small boulders began to fall everywhere within the underground warren. Through his periphery, Sean noticed a fissure was forming in the ground of the chamber.

McGinnis had rushed back to the main shaft and started to strap himself into the harness that would raise him to safety. Sean struggled up to his feet and limped onward and reached McGinnis as he snapped the final buckle of the harness. McGinnis saw the fledgling Sean. The two exchanged a bleak stare. Finally, McGinnis pressed the dangling button-bar of the lowering mechanism and began to slowly rise.

“You can’t leave me down here, Anthony,” begged Sean. “Hawke!!”

McGinnis laughed as the island’s trembling worsened. He no longer could see Sean, the man he’d felt had betrayed him, but could hear his pangs of pain and pleas of mercy from below.

As McGinnis rose to the brim of the shaft, he noted the tarp set over it had blown apart by the strong Atlantic winds. The lights had all been shorted or toppled. The night had come and the northern tip of Oak Island was pitch black. McGinnis unstrapped himself and stumbled about in the mud. The roar of the ocean is what overcame the roaring sound of the van speeding towards the shaft. In a flash of light, McGinnis looked up and was caught in the headlights of the careening van headed straight for him. Davies slammed on the breaks but the wet surface of the island let slide the van as it trampled the old Scotsman.

Alexis and Davies jumped out of the van once it came to a halt. Even though they knew no one could survive a head on collision with a full-bodied van, they ran over to McGinnis’s body to see if there was any hope. Davies turned McGinnis’s lame and mangled body over. The two of them watched in horror as muddy raindrops bounced off the face of a man obsessed by a dream.

Faintly, the two heard a voice. It was Sean! They darted over to the shafts opening and called down.

“Sean? Is that you?” cried down Alexis.

“Lower the harness,” was heard from the bottom of the hole. Davies fumbled with the button-bar now dangling above the rim and pressed the DOWN button lowering the strap. The harness was supported by a tripod-like structure that was dug into the ground above the hole.

However, the ground had by now flooded with rainwater and forthcoming waves. As Davies and Alexis waited, they both saw that the integrity of the tripod was at risk. Sean could be raising himself up and the entire contraption could give, plummeting his already weakend body down to the shafts floor.

A powerful explosion was heard. The ocean was creeping onto the land. Alexis and Davies were witnessing a major geological event standing at the tip of a Nova Scotian island and facing the Atlantic Ocean amidst a storm. Seconds seemed like minutes while minutes seemed like days as the two waited for the harness to recoil back up bearing with it one Sean Allen. Finally, the cable jolted to a start and was rising.

Alexis gasped when she saw the dripping cable roll back up. Her joy overcame her as she began to laugh out loud. She stared out onto the dark ocean, awaiting her husband’s rebirth from the depths of this mysterious island. In the looming distance, a thunderbolt struck the water and lit up the vast and black skies that had covered the general vicinity. A circle had closed.

EPILOGUE

Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue