A/N: Back by popular demand! HAhaha :D I will continue this mostly because I have nothing better to do 8/

Chapter 2

The weather had gone from clear to pouring, by the time Jane pulled up to her home. She grabbed her bag, using it as a umbrella as she rushed inside, and was met with a uncomfortable darkness. She tried flipping on the light switch, but gave up after the fourth try; The power was out. Brilliant

"Jane Thatch I presume?" asked a feminine voice. Jane nearly dropped her belongs from surprise, as she looked over to the farthest window in her living room. to see the silhouette of a women faintly aglow from the light outside. How did I not see her?…. What the bloody hell is she doing in here! Jane thought. "Who are you? How did you-" "My name is Helga Sinclair," The woman interrupted. "I'm acting on the behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you. Are you interested?"

Jane was at a loss for words, as she thought over what Helga just told her. Then clear her throat. "And just who exactly is your employer?" Jane asked disbelievingly, as she watched the woman's silhouette move past her and open the door. " I'm guessing that's a yes then, follow me," replied Helga as she vanished outside. " Wait!" Jane yelled as she chased after her, only to freeze as chilling rain hit her. Blast it all! Were did she go? A honk of a horn roused the linguist from her thoughts, as a black Rolls Royce pulled in front of her. The driver side window slowly rolled down to reveal a beautiful blonde.

"Are you going to get in? or are you enjoying the rain?" Helga arrogantly asked.

Jane thought it over for a moment, then ran to the other side of the car and jumped in. As they pulled off, Jane glanced over to the well dressed women next to her. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a lovely bun, with a expensive looking round hat, placed neatly on top. She glanced down at her black dress that fit her very nicely. "See something you like?" asked Helga smugly. Jane looked away quickly, feeling embarrassed as she stared out her window. Then squinted confused. I've never been to this part of Britain she thought, As they drove by mansion after mansion, until they pulled into a large gate that read Whitmore in gold letters

Helga parked next to the mansion and exited the vehicle, with Jane following close behind. As they entered the large glass doors, a butler took Helga's jacket. Revealing a undeniable nice figure. Jane looked around her extravagant surroundings in aw, a suit of armor placed neatly on a wall catching her attention the most. "This way please," Helga asked, with a hit of annoyance. Jane followed her, glaring at the back of her head as they entered a gold elevator. As soon as the gates closed; Helga turned towards Jane, and began straitening out her white blouse, occasionally moving down to her black skirt.

" You will address him as Mr. Whitmore. You will stand unless asked to be seated. Keep your sentences short and to the point understood?" Jane was sure she was blushing and pushed Helga's hands away agitated. " I can straighten out my own clothes thank you!" Helga looked at Jane with a impressed smirk, as the elevator stopped and the gated opened. The linguist looked into the dimly lit room with a bit of worry. Leaning towards Jane, Helga laid a hand on her back, then pushed her out "good luck," with that the gates closed and took her back upstairs.

What a git, Jane thought, as she walked further into the room. There were books everywhere, and a large fireplace that gave the room a faint glow. . Jane moved closer to the fireplace to warm up, as she noticed a picture of two people just above it. There was a slim weird looking old man, and….

" Father?" Jane said disbelievingly.

" Finest explorer I ever met" Jane jumped in surprise. Then moved to the other side of the fireplace, were the same skinny man from the picture was stretching. The linguist looked on opened mouthed as he put his leg behind his head. Then he turned towards her, pointing his toe towards himself. " Preston Whitmore, it's a pleasure to meet you Jane." He then extended his foot for her to shake, but Jane smiled and looked at him instead.

" Charmed… did you really know my father?"

"Oh yeah, met Thaddeus back in George town, class of '66! We stayed close friends until he passed away… even dragged me along on some of his crazy expeditions. He spoke of you all the time!" Jane glanced over to the picture of her father " Really… he never mentioned you.."

"Oh he wouldn't, Thaddeus knew how much I liked my privacy," Whitmore added. Then began cracking his toes. Jane leaned down to the old mans level, trying her best to ignore the gross cracking noises. " Mr. Whitmore could you please tell me why I'm here?"

"Look on the table," Preston insisted with his big toe. Jane walked over to the small round table to see a yellow package with writing on it. She lifted it up. " It's from my father," she whispered.

" Yep he brought that package to me years ago after his last exploration. Told me to give it to you when you were ready…. Whatever that means." Jane turned back towards the package and pulled the strings holding it together. Her eyes grew wide. " Th -This is the Shepherds Journal," she said disbelievingly. " Mr. Whitmore this Journal is the key to finding Atlantis!" Jane watched as Preston stood up and made his way over to his closet to change." Ha tell me something I don't know," he replied jokingly.

" Sir look at this! coordinates, clues. It's all here!" Jane said excitedly as she flipped through the pages. Whitmore stepped out of his closet dressed in a white suit, looking slightly less weird. Then walked over to Jane and glanced at the book.

" Looks like gibberish to me," he added with a smile. " That's because it's written in a dialect that no longer exists. I've spent my whole life studying dead languages, it's not gibberish to me." Preston watched Jane impressed as he walked to the far side of the room, and sat next to a large fish tank. " All right then what do you want to do with it?" Whitmore asked as he stroked his beard.

Jane moved over to the fish tank and stared into it in deep thought.

" I know… I'll get funding…. The museum -"

" They'll never believe you." Whitmore interrupted. " I'll show them! I'll Make them believe!"

" Like you did today?" Jane looked at Preston dumbfounded, then pulled herself together and slammed her hands down on the table. " I will find Atlantis, even if I have to bloody do it on my own! I'll rent a rowboat!" Whitmore said nothing for what felt like forever, until a smile swept across his features. " Congratulations, Jane. This is exactly what I wanted to hear, but forget about the row boat, we'll travel in style!" Jane watched amazed as Whitmore pressed a bottom on his chair, and the top of the table disappeared to reveal large models of submarines.

A/N: Soo whatcha think? 8D It would be nice to get some feedback on how i'm doing so far.