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turned my head away from the glistening sea to study the island in the distance. The green trees swayed in the breeze above the rocky cliff face and I thought I saw a building slightly set back from the coastline. The structure was built in what looked like old, yellowish stone from a bygone age, almost like a medieval Spanish castle.
    “See that?” I asked Smith, nodding to the land.
    Smith’s expression suddenly turned serious. “I clocked that building a while ago, kid. That’s the whole reason why we’re going down under the water.”    
     
     
     
                     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    “Why, what do mean by that?” I asked, now more concerned than I ever was before this damn dive.
    Smith shrugged. “Forget about it for now.”
    I rubbed my face and studied the building across the sea. What the fuck was Smith talking about now? There always seemed to be some hidden agenda to what he was doing. Was I supposed to be worried about what lay on the shore? There was never any let up to what was going on in Smith’s mind.
    Hannigen slowed the boat and stopped beside the bows. I glanced up at the huge gray bulk and saw the colossal starboard anchor, housed in a recess below the ship’s side. An orange line of rust followed the Y shaped anchor down the side to the water’s surface. I didn’t know how bad rust was in a warship but guessed they could go on sailing for a while before they needed some serious repair work.
    “Okay, you ready, kid?” Smith asked.
    I nodded, trying hard not to quiver in my seat.
    Smith spat into his facemask and rubbed the saliva around the transparent eye pieces. I did the same, trying to pretend I knew what I was doing. Smith turned a valve on his air tank behind his back and whirled his finger, instructing me to follow suit. I reached behind my back and turned the valve. I heard a hiss of air from the mouthpiece hanging below my chin.
    Smith pulled his mask up over his eyes and inserted his breathing tube between his lips. He gave me a thumbs up, looking almost alien-like in the diving gear. I followed his lead, placing on the mask and inserting the mouthpiece. Instead of a thumbs up, I gave him the middle finger. I saw by the expression in his eyes he found the gesture amusing. The weird air I inhaled made me feel a little light headed for a few seconds and the rubber mouthpiece tasted like a sweaty armpit. The mask limited my view from all sides, making me feel increasingly claustrophobic.
    To my surprise, McPherson reached into a locker at the back of the boat and took out two spear guns with several more barbed lances, almost like an archers quiver rolled in a long lightweight, black holder. He handed the armaments to me and Smith. I nearly spat out my mouthpiece, asking what the fuck we needed weapons for.
    Smith held up the spear gun, giving me an encouraging nod. I wasn’t so enthusiastic. Why did we need weapons down there?  What the hell lay below us?
    Smith slung the container with the spare barbs around his back and I did the same with my own package. I looked down at the spear gun in my hands, without any prior knowledge how to operate the weapon. I presumed it worked like a normal firearm only underwater. The stock was the same length as an assault rifle but with a barbed spear protruding from the end where a barrel would normally be.
    I glanced at Smith and pointed at the spear gun, shaking my head and making audible noises to indicate my lack of knowledge towards the weapon.
    McPherson picked up on my reservations. He pointed at the gun in my hands.
    “It’s a pneumatic powered gun. Just point the trigger and fire if you need to. Then reload the spears by pulling it back on the mechanism,” he said. “Just like firing a pop gun at the fairground.” McPherson pointed to his head and made a trigger indication with his thumb. “Like shooting fish in a barrel. You’ll be all right down there, so you will Brett.” He