Pirate by Clive Cussler Page A

“My opinion, which is not based on any scientific background whatsoever, is that they believe this map in the book bears a strong resemblance to Oak Island.” She glanced at Sam. “You have to admit, this particular map
does
look like it.”
    â€œIt also looks like a lot of other small islands dotting the Atlantic. It would be nice if they had satellite photos back then.”
    Remi wasn’t about to be dissuaded. “What about that mysterious cipher stone found in the pit at Oak Island declaring that two million pounds were buried forty feet below?”
    â€œYou mean the mysterious stone
supposedly
found in the pit? One that’s never been seen—never mind the message on it is thought to have been a hoax.”
    Remi knew Sam’s dim opinion of any treasure being on Oak Island. “Be that as it may,” she said, “our kidnappers seem to think there’s some reason to head in that direction and so we should brush up on the lore of the island. And if that’s not enough to pique your curiosity, there are several known shipwrecks in the area. The one we’re looking for could very well be there.”
    Bree eyed all the papers scattered about on the table, telling Remi, “I’d be glad to help.”
    â€œAnd we’re glad to accept. Aren’t we Sam?”
    â€œWe are.” He smiled at Bree. “Remi’s right. It doesn’t matter what she or I believe. If they’re heading there, there has to be a reason. And considering what they’ve recently put us all through—you especially—I’m making a point to find out what that is.”
    Of course, by the time they landed in Nova Scotia, they wereno closer to discovering whatever secrets the island held. All they knew for certain was that millions of dollars had been sunk into the Money Pit by numerous groups over the last couple of centuries in the belief that a treasure was buried there. Remi hoped they’d learn something more by actually visiting the island.
    The following morning, Bree remained with the crew, insisting that she felt much safer there, while Remi and Sam rented a car and drove the hour from Halifax down to the western shore of Mahone Bay and across the causeway to Oak Island. Selma managed to reserve two spots for them on the tour of the famous Money Pit.
    Remi looked over at Sam as they got out of the car. “Do you think this is a good idea with all the tourists?”
    He put his arm around her, giving her a reassuring hug. “Those men who came after Bree and Larayne were careful to make sure there were no witnesses. Think about it. If they’re here on this tour—something I find unlikely—I seriously doubt they’ll do anything with so many others around. Safety in numbers.”
    And there were certainly a lot of potential witnesses here. Remi knew the island was popular, but she never expected the number of people on the two-hour walking tour. The weather was perfect, the sky blue and cloudless, a soft breeze rustled the evergreens on the outskirts of the parking lot near the tourist center.
    Men, women, and children gathered round as one of the guides, a young man in his twenties, called out to get everyone’s attention. Remi and Sam moved to the back of the crowd, Remi searching to see if Avery’s men had joined the group of about thirty tourists. “Quite the popular attraction,” she said.
    â€œNo kidding. See any familiar faces?”
    â€œNo. So what is it we’re looking for?”
    â€œThat’s the question.”
    They pretended interest as the guide detailed the island’s history, moving them in the southerly direction of the famed pit, the depression in the earth near the sole oak tree. “If history is to be believed,” their guide said, “the two boys who found and first dug into the pit discovered layers of non-indigenous rock as well as oak logs every ten feet. They finally gave