Arthur Curry stood side by side with his father and his father's family. None of his mother's family were there. As a child, Arthur had always wondered why he had never met anyone from his mother's family. Now he knew. "...may she rest in peace," the minister finished as he closed a bible. The ceremony was not long but Arthur had not listened to any of it. His mind was more focused on thinking about all of the lies that his mother had told him. He was connecting the stories that she had told him and trying to figure out everything about her.

Arthur Curry and Tom Curry were sitting at a table in a dark and clammy room, across from a tall African-American man in a gray suit. "To you Mr Curry," the man said, referring to Tom Curry, "Is left the home, the car and all of her belongings. She wishes that you sell all of her clothing and worldly possessions be sold and the money be donated to the Oceania foundation. Tom smiled at the kind heart of the woman he had been married to for 25 years. The man then turned to Tom's son, "And to you Arthur, is left this briefcase," he said, pulling a large briefcase from under his desk. Arthur was very confused. Why one earth would his mother give him a brief case. "Thank you," Arthur said as he took the briefcase out of the man's hands.

Arthur laid the briefcase down on the floor of his bedroom. His father was still at the wake for his mother but Arthur was much too curious about the contents of the case. He also didn't like wakes because he felt it hard to tell fun stories after something as depressing as a funeral. Arthur took a deep breath, preparing himself for what may be inside the case. A number of possibilities ran through Arthur's head. As he took a deep breath, he cleared his mind and pressed two small buttons on the case, making a clicking noise. Carefully, he opened the case and looked into the contents. Inside, he saw only two things. A small, folded up piece of paper and a necklace with what looked like jade on the end. First, he pulled out the paper and opened it up. For a few moments, Arthur was confused about the transcript on it. It had two numbers 5013,5267. For a few moments, Arthur strained his brain, trying to figure out where he had seen something like this before. Then, it hit him. These were coordinates.

Arthur Curry stood at the edge of the water. He felt the soft sand between his toes and the cool air against his tanned skin. He played with the jade necklace that his mother had given him and then tucked it under the wetsuit that he was wearing. In his hand was a small boat navigator with the coordinates that were on the paper programed in. Arthur could breathe underwater and swim faster than most boats, so it didn't matter that he was using something designed for a machine. Arthur walked into the crashing waves of the ocean and dived down under the water. He swam at the speeds he had the morning that his mother had died. Stopping momentarily, Arthur checked the navigator the see how far away he was from his destination. Realizing that he was very close and that he was out in he middle of nowhere, he deduced that it must be something under water. Arthur Curry dived down, looking at the waterproof navigator as he did so. Beep, beep, beep. It went off, signaling that he had reached his destination. A little confused, Arthur surveyed his surrounds and saw a small cave, built into a rock face. He swam into the cave and realized that it was only a few meters across and filled with water. He looked at the cave and then looked up to see that the water ended up above him. Arthur swam up, and found himself in a large cave, that had been sealed off by the rock face. He climbed up onto a platform and saw that the cave was largely empty, apart from something hidden away in the corner. The young man walked over to the thing that on closer inspection appeared to be a large bag. However, it wasn't made out of any material he had ever seen. It was shining purple and looked like it was covered in scales. Arthur opened it, to see a note inside, once again from his mother. It read...

Arthur, I'm sure by now, you know that I am from Atlantis. This bag is made of what we call scale-mail. Under this note, is a suit that you would have worn, had you been born in Atlantis. This is the location of the lost city. 4328,4624...