the hidden places

After all those years of searching... it was right there on the bottom all along. Some of the superstructure was still intact, a couple of smokestacks.. and a peculiar dark shape along the keel toward the bow.



I knew something was wrong as soon as the shutter clicked open.



That was the last anybody saw him alive, as he disappeared under the front roller.



Even as the dust began to blow up, and the wind howled, the sun beat down as tireless, merciless and hot as it had for the last three months.



They were at a loss to explain the tracks I found when we landed. We didn't bring a buggy and the first mission had been a total loss.



40 years earlier this was the place where one of the war's deadliest firefights almost claimed my father.



There was no sign of life. Just a few sticks, the charred remains, and a sea of ash.



He said to wait. He's down at the beach and we're staring at the battlements from the shade of the last tree between here and Carthage.



I could see four of their fleet off the coast, the question was which should I surprise first...



Somewhere out there four men and a jeep had disappeared with the largest stone we'd ever unearthed.. and I had to get it back.