Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 16
I used the gold I found near the bronze cannon at the bottom of the centuries old washout near the eastern shore of the western Gulf north of Brownsville to pay my tuition and books for a meteorology course at UT Austin. A fitting use for disaster.
There were 11 of us onboard the Lagoon when the bell clattered as we sailed slowly to a quartering breeze.
I was expecting the alarm when the forward looking sonar revealed the underwater gully approaching. I wasn’t expecting that many signals over that wide an area. By the depth and width of the mouth of the small under water canyon I suspected it was the evidence of torrential rain. Unless ... evidence of an Ice Age breakup. That was a long shot.
Perhaps the ship had arrived during the storm and the cut through the sand island looked like safety ... if so ... they were dead wrong.
We left no evidence of our plunder and the eleven way split insured silence. Everyone on board settled loans with our gains. I had no loans so I took the class and paid for it.
Some day some accountant would tie us all together ... same place ... same time ... same payout same crew ... or maybe not. I do know this ... the beauty and craftsmanship of the artifacts showed evidence of extremely early Spanish plunder.
Perhaps the first of the Conquistadors. 1519? Maybe sooner. There was a wave of west bound armed traders and explorers immediately after Columbus returned. Was this haul that early?
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