The World Keys (The Syker Key Book 2) by Aaron Martin Fransen Page B
Authors: Aaron Martin Fransen
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problem. Jessica loved him dearly, and had in many ways become the son she was never able to bear. But, just as with any child becoming a teen, it was a struggle sometimes. They knew it would be hardest on him. He was privy to secrets that no child should ever have to shoulder.
They had discussed possibly wiping his memory of the event to make it easier on him, but decided ultimately to simply let Zack grow into the problem, hopeful that he would not suffer any permanent problem. It was dangerous either way.
At times she was glad to be busy in the restaurant.
In the middle of pouring two drinks for customers, she felt it, that recognition, the pressure she always felt when John returned. He was back, using his little teleportation trick he always used when he went out to the mountains.
She couldn’t stop a small grin from lighting her face. Sadness or not, problems or not, she was always happier when he was near, and he always had a loving smile ready for her.
***
Trying to do something without attracting attention was more than a little difficult. This was something Pan had come to appreciate more than most. Which didn’t lessen the stress of getting to the second Key.
Years, centuries he had looked for it. And when does he finally sense it? When he visits John and Jessica on their would-be honeymoon in Key West, of all places. It still took him another year to locate the damned thing.
Deep in the Florida Keys was a wreck from 1733 called the Angustias, “Our Anguished Lady”. A more appropriate name for a wreck there never was. Pan knew the second Key was buried under this ship. To take centuries to locate the second Key, only to find out that an old galleon lay on top of it? That would make removal more difficult. It wasn’t a popular dive site, but since it was in barely fifteen feet of water. However, it was near civilization. He had to be sure that nobody watched. He was thankful that the strong current was what made it unpopular with the dive crowd.
And he had finally found a ship and a captain he could trust.
The Scallywag’s captain, a fellow by the name of Gerry Donovan, didn’t know his customer very well, and certainly would not have guessed him to be older than 40 or 45, nothing like the 1100 odd years he was. Pan had even shaved his beard for the first time in centuries. He doubted his own family would recognize him.
Anything to keep hidden.
He was finally ready. This was going to be an interesting dive.
With a splash he was in the water, equalizing, and a moment later he was descending. Lord knows he had practiced diving enough, this should be a proverbial walk in the park.
A few feet down he found the wreck. It was situated at the bottom of a channel, he’d just have to try to compensate for the current.
Under the aft section, just to port, sat his goal. He dreaded using his powers, but there was no way around it since the wreck was well surrounding the Key.
Pan felt the water around him, and started to focus the energy present. Within a few seconds he watched as a wedge of solid water split the wreck, gently pushing the rotted planks aside to expose the silted ocean bottom underneath.
Another wave of his hands and the silt started to pull away from the ground in a solid, organized column, carefully not dispersing into the water and reducing visibility to zero. The water was murky enough with all the churning water.
Down to rock. This part would be a little tougher.
Pan focused again, reaching down to the stone itself. Less than a foot down lay the prize, but the stone would have to be split to fetch it. He had to try to do this as quietly as possible; there were any number of interested parties that would hear him breaking the stones if he wasn’t careful. What the public knew about the Navy’s hearing prowess underwater was trivial to what they were actually capable of, but the worst part was that the Navy weren’t the ones with the best equipment. And the ones with the best
They had discussed possibly wiping his memory of the event to make it easier on him, but decided ultimately to simply let Zack grow into the problem, hopeful that he would not suffer any permanent problem. It was dangerous either way.
At times she was glad to be busy in the restaurant.
In the middle of pouring two drinks for customers, she felt it, that recognition, the pressure she always felt when John returned. He was back, using his little teleportation trick he always used when he went out to the mountains.
She couldn’t stop a small grin from lighting her face. Sadness or not, problems or not, she was always happier when he was near, and he always had a loving smile ready for her.
***
Trying to do something without attracting attention was more than a little difficult. This was something Pan had come to appreciate more than most. Which didn’t lessen the stress of getting to the second Key.
Years, centuries he had looked for it. And when does he finally sense it? When he visits John and Jessica on their would-be honeymoon in Key West, of all places. It still took him another year to locate the damned thing.
Deep in the Florida Keys was a wreck from 1733 called the Angustias, “Our Anguished Lady”. A more appropriate name for a wreck there never was. Pan knew the second Key was buried under this ship. To take centuries to locate the second Key, only to find out that an old galleon lay on top of it? That would make removal more difficult. It wasn’t a popular dive site, but since it was in barely fifteen feet of water. However, it was near civilization. He had to be sure that nobody watched. He was thankful that the strong current was what made it unpopular with the dive crowd.
And he had finally found a ship and a captain he could trust.
The Scallywag’s captain, a fellow by the name of Gerry Donovan, didn’t know his customer very well, and certainly would not have guessed him to be older than 40 or 45, nothing like the 1100 odd years he was. Pan had even shaved his beard for the first time in centuries. He doubted his own family would recognize him.
Anything to keep hidden.
He was finally ready. This was going to be an interesting dive.
With a splash he was in the water, equalizing, and a moment later he was descending. Lord knows he had practiced diving enough, this should be a proverbial walk in the park.
A few feet down he found the wreck. It was situated at the bottom of a channel, he’d just have to try to compensate for the current.
Under the aft section, just to port, sat his goal. He dreaded using his powers, but there was no way around it since the wreck was well surrounding the Key.
Pan felt the water around him, and started to focus the energy present. Within a few seconds he watched as a wedge of solid water split the wreck, gently pushing the rotted planks aside to expose the silted ocean bottom underneath.
Another wave of his hands and the silt started to pull away from the ground in a solid, organized column, carefully not dispersing into the water and reducing visibility to zero. The water was murky enough with all the churning water.
Down to rock. This part would be a little tougher.
Pan focused again, reaching down to the stone itself. Less than a foot down lay the prize, but the stone would have to be split to fetch it. He had to try to do this as quietly as possible; there were any number of interested parties that would hear him breaking the stones if he wasn’t careful. What the public knew about the Navy’s hearing prowess underwater was trivial to what they were actually capable of, but the worst part was that the Navy weren’t the ones with the best equipment. And the ones with the best
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