The Pit of Oak Island

Prologue

Jay lay silently among the trees just along the outside of the shores of Baja California. A merchant ship had pulled out of the harbor and was cruising through the water at that impossibly slow pace which ships tend to cruise at. It was headed to the Panama Canal, planning to pass through and arrive somewhere up in Nova Scotia.

Jay sat stock still as he checked his aim one last time through the scope and back sight. He had his target locked, when all of a sudden, an unwanted announcement was made from somewhere behind him.

"Jay! The cops are back!" Daley called in a hoarse whisper. Jay groaned. Honestly! he thought. They are so freaking persistent! He picked up the Dragunov sniper rifle and sprinted to the helicopter they had hot-wired to get where they were. "Oh crap," Tristan remarked at the sight of police cars speeding down the street at a rate that would get anyone else a ticket. He looked up and saw Jay and Daley already starting up the helicopter.

"It's just like them, never giving us a chance to prove anything until we finish what we started," Tristan said coolly as he jumped into the helicopter.

Jay retorted as the helicopter lifted off the ground; "Yup. It bothers me. You'd think that for once in their lives they'd let us fly under the freaking radar." He squeezed the trigger, and making sure his reads were right, followed all the way through.

"Sweet," Tristan remarked as the gas tanks they set up exploded in the cops' faces. "It's like, poof, and we're gone, right?"

"Oh, shut up!" Daley breathed as she slapped his shoulder.

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A young man, about the age of twenty-five, a local resident of Baja California; saw the huge explosion that erupted from nowhere, sending shock waves that blew back anyone outside of a building. He also saw a helicopter hovering overhead, carrying only three teenagers heaving great sighs of relief.

"Incredible. Absolutely incredible," he muttered, and ran to tell his wife.

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"That was too close," Daley remarked, showing no effort in keeping the relief out of her voice.

"I thought for sure we were going to be shot down and become juvenile delinquents or something. Holy crap." Tristan shivered at the thought of wearing an orange jumpsuit for 6 years of his life. Jay was the first to recover from the shock.

"I know that ship was headed to Oak Island, I'm sure of it. But what was in the ship I don't know."

Daley risked a comment. "Jay, you can't be sure that it would be going to Oak Island."

"But I am, Daley. I'm positive," Jay answered. He instantly regretted putting it that way. His voice was too harsh.

Tristan pondered aloud; "We could follow it."

The cargo ship was slowly sailing down the canal at the horrible slowish pace it normally travelled. It was completely unaware of the helicopter (amazingly enough) hovering behind them. Daley, who was manning (or, more properly put, womanning) the binoculars in the cockpit, was keeping a running commentary on anything that was happening on board.

One remark that was made was enough for Jay to stand up from the 5 card draw game and move to sit by Daley. He laid his hand on the little table they took from Tristan's house as he removed himself from the game and said, "Straight flush. King high." Tristan gaped at the hand as he looked at his own full house. He sneered and started to reshuffle the deck when he heard Jay call to him. "Tristan, don't you know how to scuba dive?"