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About the Author
I began writing in 2008 after seventeen years as a secondary
school teacher.
My second novel – Cyber (unpublished) – is a
psychological thriller, based around internet dating and chat
rooms. The story follows the plight of a teenage lad who
becomes embroiled into the seedier side of the internet and
how this impacts on his life and those around him. It isapproximately 48,000 words and fully complete.
My third novel – Teacher ’s Pet (unpublished) – is a crime
thriller based around an ex-teacher who, after a stint in prison,
attempts to put all of the criminal intelligence that he gained
inside into good practice when he is released, by avenging
miscarriages of justice. It is approximately 54,000 words and
fully complete.
My fourth novel – Chapter and Verse (unpublished) – is a
revenge thriller, following a daughter who avenges her father’s
mysterious death in a plane crash by tracking down and
seeking revenge on those responsible. The novel is
approximately 52,000 words and fully complete.
In addition to writing novels, I have also written some
prose poetry and I currently have about fifteen poems already
written.I have also written the proposals for a game show – called
Box Clever – a concept that is based around the card game
cribbage. The game fuses the conventions of cribbage with a
fresh technological and educational influence. These proposals
are also complete.
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Dedication
To my friends and family, who have stood by me and
supported me through the past few years. Special thanks to
Dad and KD. A huge thanks also to Pete, Pam and Don who
helped me get back on my feet, and to Nev and all the lads at
D.A.R (Malvern) who keep me laughing (often at my own
expense).To Sue for her ‘cash back’ treats and help with my princess, and to Kate and Jon for helping me out when help
was truly needed; If Carlsberg made ex-wives...
To Josh and Bex – the best kids a parent could ever wish for;
thank you for your eternal optimism and for making me think
it would all be worthwhile. You make me so very proud x x x
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Crawford Cray
S U R V I V L
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T H E
F I T T E S T
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Copyright © Crawford Cray
The right of Crawford Cray to be identified as author of this work
has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of
the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be
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A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British
Library.
ISBN 978 184963 970 5
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2014)
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Prologue
The year is 2025. The earth is dying and the human population
is facing ultimate extinction. A major factor contributing to
mankind’s predicament has been a sharp reduction in male
fertility – whilst the death rate steadily increases, the birth rate
remains significantly low. The diminishing hole in the ozone
layer is thought to be a major contributory factor to an
exponential rise in incurable diseases. Even new advances inmedical technologies cannot offset an inevitable plummet
within the world’s population. Even more dramatic are future
predictions that suggest that within four to five generations, the
species Homo Sapiens will become extinct as the earth can no
longer sustain its livelihood.
Ozone depletion over much of the Northern hemisphere
wreaks havoc on the ignorant and the vain; dangerously high
levels of ultraviolet radiation mercilessly penetrate the earth’s
dwindling atmospheric protection. As a direct result, one in
five of the population have been diagnosed with malignant
skin cancer and one in eight is suffering the effects of cataracts
and other optical disorders; one in three is subjected to the long
term traumas of infertility. The diminishing health of modern
society has generated a massive strain within the health
service, as the need for evasive surgery reaches pandemic proportions, exhausting the budgets of all major health
providers as well as government surplus’. Taxes within all EU
countries rise significantly in retrospect, causing the financial
collapse of many families and businesses alike. The populous
remonstrate with a vengeance, resulting in the implementation
of a curfew in many regions of the world. Civil unrest
unleashes its deadliest game plan and many establishments
crumble under the surge.Severe over industrialisation during the eighteenth and
nineteenth centuries within the developing countries, and a
huge movement of some third world nations towards
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industrialisation in the beginning of the twenty first century
has dramatically influenced climatic change. The tabloid hype
of the twentieth century proved to be more than just a product
of the commercial rumour mill for selling newspapers. Global
increases in temperature have thrown both land and marine
ecosystems into turmoil; migratory boundaries have been
extended, and breeding grounds have diminished as the once
great lakes and rivers become steadily parched. Many species
have been unable to survive the rapid changes and
unprecedented climatic variation. Indeed, one third of all
known species of animal are now classed as endangered or
extinct – suffering similar traumatic effects as their humancounterparts. However, a few species have been able to adapt
rapidly to their changing environments, resulting in the
creation of many new and as yet, unrecorded species.
The once vast ice shelves of the Polar Regions and the
majestic glaciers of the mountainous domains have atrophied
to become skeletal replicas of their former grandeur. Many
analysts suggest that a global rise in sea levels is inevitable,
submerging coastal regions around the world and changing thegeography of the planet forever. In a major response to this, a
massive world flood defence programme – instigated by the
UN – has been in operation, although many experts see it as
too little, too late.
The further ramifications of climatic change have been
reflected in the tourism trade, which has collapsed dramatically
as beaches lie deserted, hotels lay derelict and theme parks areabandoned. The frequency of severe weather phenomena has
seen increasingly more dramatic events, forcing many
insurance brokers towards insolvency as the cost for such
devastation surpasses the trillion dollar milestone. Outdoor
pursuits have become a minority pastime, as large enclosed
leisure complexes enable recreation in relative safety.
Popularity amongst the masses for outdoor sport dwindles, and
the professional sporting calendar around the world is indisarray as sponsors withdraw their support. Most professional
clubs spiral into liquidation through lack of funding and falling
attendance. Sport becomes a pastime often dwelt upon in
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passing conversation, but no longer a dominant influence in
everyday life.
The health boom towards the latter end of the twentieth
century – once regarded as a necessity within the global
society – has become obsolete. There has been a massive
increase in the demand for ancillary fitness and leisure
accessories, including virtual reality equipment, as the
populous as a whole curtail their proactive pursuit for a healthy
lifestyle. Over fifty percent of the population are classified as
clinically obese. In a futile attempt to prevent further pressures
on the health system and economy, exercise regimes have been
developed and integrated into the daily routines of the workforce and become mandatory within schools. Sun protection
products have become a necessity for everyday modern life
and the integration of sun care programmes into the school
curriculum provides an ideal vehicle for educating those
individuals with whom the earth’s existence solely rests.
The world’s governments have decreed that an immediate
investigation into the extinction of our species is of paramount
importance if we are to have any future. Codenamed THE DARWIN PROJECT , they have gathered many specialists from
around the world to try and address the uncertainty facing
mankind. Lead by Marine Biologist David Harvey, the
international superpowers work together, striving to find a
solution to this most serious and pressing dilemma. Time is not
on their side...
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Chapter One
Quebec City, Canada
Dr David Harvey exhaled noisily as he plunged himself into
the large green leather armchair in his hotel room; comfortable
and relaxed he found himself idly watching the world through
his hotel room window, content in the knowledge that he could
watch the madness below him, but easily distance himselffrom it – even if only for the briefest of moments. He smiled
gently to himself as an unpredicted downpour dispersed the
pandemonium in the streets of the Place d’Armes. It reminded
him of his childhood; a baking hot day in his parents’ garden,
as he unmercifully disturbed a colony of ants with the
powerful jet of water from his father ’s hosepipe. Similar to the
outcome of the ants, the momentary and inconvenientdisruption of the rain elapsed, subsiding into a much gentler
shower, allowing the streets below to quickly revert back to the
bustling hive of regularity and order. He watched as the odd
drop of rain exploded onto the window, causing the outside
world to become a twisted, distorted vision of reality. Pleased
that he had avoided the downpour, he turned his attention away
from the streets, and sat further into his chair, raising his feet
onto a stool close by. He kicked off his slippers and rubbed hisweathered feet together, gaining immediate sensory pleasure.
Slowly, he sipped a charitable portion of Jack Daniels which
had been unexpectedly yet gratifyingly discovered within the
mini-bar. His body felt fully recharged and immune to the
city’s exhaustive influences. Harvey looked around the large
executive room, his eyes coming to rest on the king-sized bed;
he let his thoughts drift as he longed for someone to share it
with. His dressing gown felt warm against his moist skin,
providing a welcomed feeling of fulfilment. This was his
reality and he wanted to absorb it for a while longer, although
an irritating doubt plagued his conscience.
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Only two days earlier he had been enjoying a relaxing
busman’s holiday on the coral reefs off Belize, analysing the
effects of atmospheric pollution on the areas coral densities.
He had been staying in what he considered to be mediocre
accommodation and was under constant attack from
mosquitoes and the incessant heat. Nevertheless he was happy;
that was what he enjoyed doing and besides he was getting
paid for it as well. However, he presently found himself in an
enormously extravagant air conditioned room at the Chateau
Frontenac – in the desirable part of Quebec known as the Old
City – although the lack of both biting insects and incessant
itching from heat rash, seemed to quash his negativity slightly.Harvey though was still finding it difficult to come to terms
with the consequence of his meeting earlier that day.
He had been summoned to the office of Anthony Morkill
at the British Consulate. Morkill – being some distant relative
of the monarchy and a once high ranking naval officer – was
responsible for the implementation of phase one of The
Darwin Project . This in itself was becoming the largest
collaborative ecological investigation in modern times, evensurpassing the events of the Chernobyl disaster and its
devastating aftermath, and the catastrophic events following
the Tsunamis in Indonesia, Sri Lanka and Japan.
It was only during his meeting with Morkill that Harvey
had learnt of his nomination to co-ordinate the initial phase of
The Darwin Project . But such a response had evoked fear into
Harvey. The magnitude of such a task momentarily caused himto scrutinise even his own merits and worth since he knew that
his background was far from exemplary. He enjoyed good
food, relished alcohol, and worshipped women – all three were
valued highly in his hierarchy of needs, although the order in
which he ranked them changed on a daily basis. He had no
particular political preferences or religious beliefs and his
methods of research were considered to be highly unorthodox
by those in similar circles. Indeed, many had scrutinised hiswork and ridiculed his findings, albeit rarely submitting other
suggestions or hypothesis in their place. His only real merits
were his affluent parents and of course his extensive and
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highly accredited knowledge of ecosystems and their demise.
The former of his assets proved to be a sore point for Harvey,
as he had readily distanced himself from his upper class,
conservative parents as a young adult. During his university
years he had meandered in and out of the deep roots of
socialism, eventually realising that even this was a futile
attempt to gain a popular vote within his circle of peers at the
time. Unfortunately, like other radical ideas, they soon
subsided although the distance between himself and his parents
remained.
His parents boasted principal positions within a
multinational pharmaceutical drugs company, and theirmonumental yearly bonuses had paid for Harvey’s private
education as a child; a particularly unpleasant time in his life
as he never seemed to be able to fully appreciate the lavish
environment he had been provided with. The fact that his
parents were never at home, and that he had sought surrogate
love within the arms of a long list of nannies (which Harvey
later found to be the cause of his father ’s incessant infidelity)
ensured that there was very little bond between himself and his parents. This lack of attachment had been accentuated later in
his life not only by his brief political direction, but also
through discovering a few ‘home truths’ about his parents’
involvement in his own academic direction. It seemed that his
scholarship at The UCLA – concerning research into the reef
ecology around Hawaii – was not simply a product of his own
success, but reflected an ulterior motive involving his ownfather. Indeed, with a little investigation into the archives,
Harvey had found that his father had been headhunted to help
develop a new chemical research wing at the university,
coincidently at the same time that Harvey had been given the
scholarship. Harvey was no fool, and knew that his father had
undoubtedly exploited the university for his own personal gain,
and this would have included Harvey’s scholarship within the
undoubtedly spectacular package.As far as Harvey was concerned, the personal
embarrassment caused to him by this episode was the final
straw. His father ’s interests and achievements within the
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university even began to take precedence over Harvey’s
successes, and he found it increasingly difficult to find any
kind of attachment to his father. Thankfully, Harvey’s own
research took him into regions that would isolate him further
from his own family, and allow him to find himself and
become a success under his own efforts.
During the ‘eco-friendly’ period of the late twentieth
century, Harvey expanded his studies to incorporate the threat
and impact that the human population and the subsequent
pollution were having on the ecology of the world’s coral
reefs. Due to the high profile his studies achieved, his work
began to attract a high degree of media coverage andsponsorship, as the ever vigilant giants of industry saw it as an
avenue for portraying a caring, eco-friendly corporate image.
Harvey had numerous conglomerates willing to throw money
at him left, right and centre so long as it was their name that
was attached to his research, and they were acknowledged
several times before any conclusions were drawn. However, as
the reign of the eco-warrior faltered towards the new
millennium, the need for such industrial propaganda becameless essential, and thus links became weakened. Eventually
support for such elaborate programmes was severed entirely,
and funding became an ever-increasing struggle, supplemented
only by the odd sweetener from ageing philanthropists.
Harvey took another gulp of whisky – inverting the glass
to secure the very last drop on his curled tongue. While he did
so, he deliberated on the conversation between himself andMorkill earlier that day and he reached once again for the
bottle.
British Consulate Building, Quebec City – Earlier that day
Morkill leant arrogantly back in his chair, slowly placing bothhands together behind his balding head, accentuating his over
indulged stomach. Harvey was singularly unimpressed with
the large sweat patches that occupied Morkill’s armpits, the
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whole effect being amplified by the beige shirt he was
wearing.
“You see, Doctor Harvey, your research has taken you all
over the world, researching some of the most delicately
balanced ecosystems on our planet. Yet your findings
culminate in one fundamental conclusion...that pollution is
directly influencing the world’s reefs, causing deterioration at
an alarming rate.” He looked at a manuscript in front of him
and read directly from the print, impressed with the sound of
his own voice. “The reefs are becoming barren replicas of their
former existence, and the ramifications of this degradation
manifest themselves particularly within coastal areas, where a person’s basic right to food is being challenged.” He then
glanced over to Harvey and continued. “This surely
cannot…and will not be allowed to continue...” He tapped his
forefinger on the manuscript. “Pretty emotive stuff, I’m sure
you’ll agree…”
Morkill was becoming noticeably agitated by the lack of
response from Harvey who was casually scratching the back of
his neck, seemingly unimpressed and obviously not listening.Morkill was appalled that Harvey was not paying such a high
ranking official the respect that he had anticipated – he had
certainly not risked his life in the Falklands conflict to be
shunned by such a charlatan as this. However, it was Harvey
who unexpectedly broke the eerie silence, causing Morkill to
startle, with noticeable embarrassment to himself, but great
amusement to Harvey.“…So Mr Morkill, why exactly are you telling me this? I
did write those papers after all, so I’m quite familiar with what
people like you are doing to our planet. If, and that is a big
IF...if I agreed to co-ordinate this so called initial phase… what
specifically would you want me to do? What role would I have
in this huge system of cogs and pulleys?” replied Harvey.
Morkill leant forward, the light in the office exaggerating
his pointed features. “Well Doctor Harvey….you don’t mindme calling you Doctor do you?” Pretentious prick , thought
Harvey. “…your studies do highlight one anomaly to this
worrying trend. An area located within the Florida Straits on
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the south-western tip of the Bermuda Triangle, where your
studies show that the coral is actually growing at a prolific
rate…and for no apparent reason I understand...” replied
Morkill. His tone and body language reflected an obvious
excitement, although Harvey knew that Morkill hadn’t even
read the paperwork or studied the satellite pictures of the area
that he was referring to. He had probably been handed the
documentation only a few minutes earlier prior to Harvey’s
arrival. There was no doubt that Morkill’s advisors would have
actively prompted such a blatant riposte.
“So?” replied Harvey, devoid of all emotion, as his
enthusiasm rapidly began to falter.“So, Doctor Harvey, as I’m the person responsible
for…shall we say…getting the ball rolling, I think that your
anomaly provides an ideal starting point...a key element, if you
like. Now who better to co-ordinate an investigation into the
reef itself than the man who made the discovery in the first
place? Hmm?” Morkill sat back in his chair folding his arms
across his chest, much to Harvey’s relief, as Morkill’s close
proximity un-eased him. As he did so, his left eyebrow raisedsmugly as he looked at Harvey. Morkill knew that he had
taken the upper hand in this conversation – the ball was in his
court now. Bloody politicians, Harvey thought to himself. He
felt overly patronised by Morkill, as if he were a little boy
standing in front of his headmaster. Morkill reached over to his
desk and picked up a loose-leaf folder, skimming through its
contents, though it was obvious he was doing this for effectrather than looking for anything in particular.
“Let’s see Doctor…you’ve worked in both Africa and
Asia, leading large-scale investigations into ecological
changes. In the 1980s you were called to Chernobyl, where
you led a team of botanists and ecologists studying the
mutating effects that the radiation had had on the local flora
and fauna. You had a major influence in the aftermath that
followed the Tsunamis of 2004 and 2011...whenever there’s been a major oil-spill you haven’t been far behind and I
believe it was you who was responsible for finally halting the
Pacific Mangrove clearance operations in 2006. That’s all very
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impressive...very impressive indeed.” Morkill sat erect and
leant towards Harvey, his hands clasped together nestling on
the rim of his desk, his lips pursing almost to the extent that
Harvey thought he was going to kiss him, obviously deep in
thought. “But what next for the impressive Doctor David
Harvey?” he asked, looking directly at Harvey. “If you were to
accept this post Doctor, I can give you the assurance of an
unlimited budget. We already have a fully equipped research
vessel suited for the investigation but you would have to be
able to arrange the majority of your own crew, supplies,
equipment etcetera, and so forth...and I would need you to be
ready to go within two weeks. Now I know that it doesn’t giveyou much time for preparation…” Morkill laughed to himself,
although it was obvious to Harvey that Morkill was attempting
to rile him “… but do you think that you are up to the job
Doctor Harvey?”
Harvey began to weigh up his options; he knew that it was
research that really drove him more than almost anything else,
and that an extreme lack of funding over the last few years had
limited his opportunities to only a few small scale projects. Hehad even begun to fit his research around his academic
commitments, rather than the other way round. Not only that,
but the Bermuda investigation had been lying idle for far too
long. He knew it needed further investigation but had neither
the funding nor the manpower to give such a study its dues.
Despite his utter contempt for Morkill, the prospect of an
unlimited budget soon became an overriding and decidingfactor. He deliberately hesitated while he pondered Morkill’s
last question and stared towards Morkill, his mind was made
up. However, a desire to punch Morkill in his fat, unshaven
face began to surface, although Harvey soon established that
this wouldn’t have been the most sensible move of his career
and was able to quash his rebellious thoughts. Harvey had
again become a pawn in someone else’s chess game. Behind
this political facade Harvey knew that there was an ulteriormotive to him being in Quebec. He had been working within
education for far too long and had frequently witnessed the
calculated and Machiavellian nature that infested such political
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circles to the core. He knew that he was expendable – no
siblings, no living relatives that he cared to acknowledge, and
very few close friends; there were no links to the past, and
nothing to provide a real hope for the future.
Of course he was up to the job and Morkill knew this very
well. With all of this in mind, he nodded his intention which
brought an unrivalled smile to the face of Morkill, who had
been promised a hefty ‘sweetener ’ should he succeed in
acquiring Harvey’s services. Morkill’s wife would be able to
get the Mercedes convertible she so wanted and Morkill was
on for the ride of his life.
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Chapter Two
Quebec City, Canada
The last few days had been extremely hectic; Harvey had spent
the best part of forty-eight hours making arrangements to cover
for his absence back in Belize, which had been a much harder
task than he had anticipated. Bad weather had played its part
too, wreaking havoc with both radio signals and cell phonecoverage. This meant he could only get orders to his land team
on an intermittent basis and the stop-start activity ensured that
Harvey’s patience was tested to the limit. However, this had
been the easy part; next came the task of trying to assemble
colleagues from all over the world to be on his team for the
initial stage of The Darwin Project . Four weeks would have
been a more realistic time scale and even then, he thought, notlong enough.
During this third day, the weather restricted Harvey’s
preparation to what could be done indoors, having spent most
of his time alternating between the telephone, laptop and
various other digital devices. A tropical weather system had
unexpectedly changed course, veering inland and stubbornly
refusing to move on. He eagerly awaited a reply from the two
team members that he hadn’t yet managed to cajole into saying“yes” during the initial contact. One of his team was on
childbirth watch, waiting eagerly for his new baby to be born
in Liverpool, England of all places. Harvey had almost assured
that this team member was ‘in the bag’ with the promise of
wetting the baby’s head whilst partaking in a little sport fishing
off the coast of Florida. Harvey also struck a chord by
reminding the doting father to be, that it wasn’t exactly a new
experience for him – as Harvey recalled, this prospective team
member literally did have a girl in every port and was probably
an absent father to many a bastard child that he didn’t even yet
realise existed. Harvey knew that that last comment would
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have opened a gapping chasm of doubt and concern that would
only be alleviated by an all expenses venture off the Florida
Keys. The other team member as far as Harvey knew, was
holidaying somewhere in the Spanish resort of Northern
Minorca. However, this prospective team member would be
easy to find; he regularly enjoyed dabbling in various
recreational drugs and when he did this, trouble was never far
behind, often followed by the customary overnight stay in the
Hotel Paridiso – a colloquial term for a local police cells. All
Harvey would have to do is scan the police records of the
major North Minorcan resorts from the past few days and he
would have a certain result, and a relatively cheap one at that.Harvey would only need to pay the release fine and a
sweetener to the local police chief, but would also ensure that
he reminded the team member that in international waters,
drug use was perfectly legal, providing of course he only
brought enough for ‘ personal’ use. Momentarily Harvey
reflected on his choice of crew – he often wondered how he
could justify having a polygamous sex fanatic and a known
drug addict involved in a project that was going to radicallyinfluence government strategy around the globe. On the other
hand, having known both men for the best part of his life,
Harvey knew that character as well as competence was a
significant factor in his preferences, and anyone who didn’t
like it could go to hell.
Having spent most of his day alternating between various
communicative devices, and periodically pacing anxiously backwards and forwards in a small, insignificant room on the
ground floor of the Consulate buildings, Harvey looked for
solace out of the one small window in his ‘makeshift’ office.
The window was nothing more than the size of a shoebox that
let in pitiful amounts of natural light, yet the ferocity of the
storm outside was evident as trees yielded to the wind at
unnatural angles and the rain drove in horizontally. “Unlimited
budget my arse!” he muttered scornfully to himself. Frustrated by the slow progress, he had become noticeably agitated by
every mechanical murmur or distant telephone ringing.
Frowning and shaking his head, he reflected upon how the
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future of mankind hinged on the merits of such universal, yet
somewhat perplexing technologies such as Wi-Fi and digital
phone networks. He found the whole notion quite disturbing.
As he looked around the room, he was astounded by the
amount of technology that could be crammed into such a tiny
space – his own personal TARDIS he thought, which brought a
wry smile to his face, suddenly having flashbacks to his
childhood as he hid behind the sofa from such foes as The
Cybermen and The Daleks. His brief contentment was soon
replaced by irritation as one of the ceiling lights began to blink
tentatively at him with annoying regularity. Not even a quick
game of solitaire (that he had found on his laptop) seemed to be able to alleviate the stresses and strains allied to the waiting
game. He just hoped that all of his efforts were not in vain, and
that the preferences for his ‘ A team’ would soon be realised; he
began to recognise just how bored he was when he began to
couple the original ‘A team’ members from the 1980’s TV
series with those of his prospective crew. Thankfully, such a
pathetic diversion did not last long, as the various assortment
of equipment began to operate in unison, regurgitating thenews that he had been waiting for, although it wasn’t all as
good as he had hoped. An e-mail informed him that one of his
team – Julian Rees – couldn’t make it until the following
week, but this wouldn’t be a major problem as there was still
ample planning that needed to be done. The only real bad news
was that his boat’s skipper, Ed Matson, had torn his knee
ligaments during a drunken skiing prank and he would need anoperation before he’d be back on a boat again. “Typical
Matson!” he said aloud, but was ecstatic and pleasantly
surprised that the others could make it, albeit at staggered
intervals. He managed a broad smile and clenched his fists in
triumph, careful not to completely lose control of his emotions
– he hated it when people did that. Not only had he just about
got the team he wanted, but at last he could walk free from the
space that had virtually become his prison over the lastseventy-two hours.
Now he could concentrate his efforts on organising the
other aspects of the trip. His extensive knowledge of
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organising such trips enabled him to easily prioritise his time;
firstly there were the refreshments – he knew his crew would
soon mutiny without such basic necessities. He was then able
to get around to the more mundane duty of producing a
detailed itinerary for the journey and ensuring that every piece
of equipment on his rather substantial list was delivered on
time and to the same location. He knew only too well the
delays that could be caused by not triple checking invoices and
physically tracking every piece of equipment from its
departure point to its destination. However, modern
technologies had made such a task far easier than a few
decades ago. His preparations concluded with a long haulflight to Boca Raton Airport, Florida, on a very luxurious
Gulfstream jet. The stewardess on board was very
accommodating to Harvey’s every need, and he often wished
he had the confidence and courage to take it a little further.
Joining the mile high club was certainly on his bucket list,
along with swimming with Great White sharks. He often
wondered whether he would ever reach his ultimate task of
sleeping with twin sisters – fat chance, as he was still nowherenear to achieving number five on his list.
The plane journey was followed by a somewhat tedious
limousine ride to the rendezvous site, a good few hours from
the airport – Taylor Creek Marina, Fort Pierce. This site
provided an inconspicuous location for departure, and would
facilitate an easy access to the Atlantic Ocean. Hundreds of
boats would be moored at the marina, hosting an array ofsocial groupings – millionaires, billionaires, sports fishermen,
commercial fishermen and tourists. The team could leave as
discreetly as they would arrive, or so Harvey hoped and
prayed. It had been a few years since the team had been
together, and from what he remembered, ‘tactful’ was certainly
not a word that he would have used to describe them.
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Taylor Creek Marina
Harvey was woken verbally by the chauffeur as the car pulled
into the marina, the brakes emitting a tiresome moan as the car
drifted to a gentle halt. Harvey looked at his watch and yawned
uncontrollably, blaming his lethargy on the difference in time
zones, although the truth of it was that he just wasn’t as young
as he often felt. After rubbing his eyes and thoroughly
examining his stubble with his fingers, Harvey located and
pressed the button that lowered his window. The searing heat
hit him instantly, and the intensity of the sun caused him towince. “Are you sure this is the right one?” he exclaimed,
using a flat hand to shelter his eyes from the sun
“Yes, Sir. This is definitely it!” replied the chauffeur
cheerfully, looking down towards his orders. His accent was
easily distinguishable – he was definitely an Aussie, and a
typical one at that, with beach blond curly hair, slim and that
easily recognisable tone. “ No mistake mate!” Harvey found is
strange how Aussies always ended their sentence with theirlast word rising in pitch, whereas South Africans ended their
sentence with a decrease in pitch. Just why such a piece of
trivia popped into Harvey’s head was beyond him, but he
found himself quietly repeating a sentence in both accents,
much to the bewilderment of the chauffeur who was watching
Harvey muttering to himself in the rear view mirror. On the
realisation that the chauffeur must be thinking he was starkraving mad, Harvey slowly exited the car, his joints cracking
as he stretched the fatigue from his body. Harvey was a sucker
to the heat, and with no longer being in the cocoon of the air
conditioned car, he was already feeling droplets of sweat build
up. He peeled his crinkled t-shirt from his back and then
donned his sunglasses. He walked along the loose shingle
towards a maze of boardwalks that stretched into the distance,
parading a multitude of boats of all shapes, sizes and colours.He was tired and just needed to know which one of the
beauties was going to be his home for the next few weeks. The
scent of the ocean filled his nostrils, a familiar blend of salt
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and fish oil, bringing back memories long forgotten. He turned
towards the chauffeur.
“Which one?” inquired Harvey, his arms raised at half
mast, his face full perplexed. The chauffeur lowered his
window. “Which one?” Harvey repeated. The chauffeur
studied his itinerary, flicking back and forth between a number
of photocopied sheets.
“They don’t say what it’s called, just the bay number,
umm …297!” he replied, before exiting the car and removing
Harvey’s small holdall from the expansive boot. The chauffeur
walked to water ’s edge and gingerly placed the baggage on the
floor, returning quickly to the ecstasy of the chilly limousine.He hoped that his inability to swim and subsequent phobia of
expanses of water had not made him appear rude to his client,
but he now felt secure within the safe enclosure of his car.
Not that Harvey had noticed the chauffeur ’s lack of
presence. He felt in seventh heaven as he walked along the
expansive boardwalks, in awe of the beauty that surrounded
him, casually glancing at the bay numbers as he passed them.
Then Harvey just stopped, removing his sunglasses andswallowing deeply. He had found his booty. He double
checked the bay number, and only on turning towards the
shore to ask the chauffeur to confirm it, did he notice that he
was nowhere to be seen, although somehow his luggage had
made it to edge of the quayside. The boat that was moored at
number 297 appeared to be more of a luxury liner than a
research vessel. Harvey took his time to walk along the boat’sexterior, mesmerised by its graceful lines and purity – it
seemed untouched, virginal. As he moved down the massive
hull, he noticed a plaque on the ship’s bow, elegantly
announcing the name of this magnificent craft – ‘ Beagle’ – a
nice touch he thought. “I guess this is it!” he said to himself.
Harvey turned and walked back towards the car, regaining
possession of his holdall along the way. He tapped on the
window, which lowered effortlessly. “Thanks for the ride.” hesaid with a little sarcasm, and turned to walk away.
“Hey you’ll need this…” replied the chauffer. “It’s the
electronic key for that yacht…that thing has a lock for
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everything mate…even the dunnie…” The chauffeur smiled,
and Harvey returned the gesture as he was passed the credit
card type key, miming the word bye, as he raised his free hand
and turned towards the marina.
As Harvey climbed on board the vessel, the pristine
wooden deck was only blemished by the high stacks of boxes,
crates and packages that crammed virtually every spare inch of
space, although a small alley had been created to allow access
to heart of the ship. He now had the unenviable task of
unpacking, checking items and moving them to their rightful
homes. Towards the back of the boxed landscape, Harvey
noticed a large, tinted double sized glass door that obviouslyled inside the boat. A keypad and card reader could be seen
adjacent to the huge glass doors. He studied the box for a
moment. On the console he could see a flashing red diode,
probably some type of alarm. He squeezed through the
cardboard alley and swiped the electronic card though the
machine and the red diode was replaced by a welcoming green
one. He studied the keypad even closer and noticed that as well
as numbers, there were two other buttons. Harvey then pressedthe ‘open’ switch, and watched with amazement as the double
doors slid silently open, revealing an interior fit for a king. He
spent an age looking inside the boat; it looked like something
from a glossy magazine with a luxurious kitchen and range
cooker, double sized fridge, double sink and oak panelled
units. The huge living room was very reminiscent of his
executive suite in Canada, with huge leather sofas, inglenookfireplace, a plasma TV and even a pool table. Even the carpet
smelt new. His eyes scanned the huge space to reveal a corner
bar with a waist high glass fridge. This focused him back to his
priorities – warm beer was never an option. As he moved to
the lower decks he found five double bedrooms (all en suite),
extra showers, a laundry room and endless storage space. He
then went back upstairs and wandered up into the control
room. The equipment overwhelmed him – he had never seensuch a collection of nautical wizardry. It was a shame that
Motson’s ski injury had excluded him from the trip, and he just
hoped that the captain Morkill had promised him could make
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good use of it all. As he paced around the control room, it
reminded him of watching the space shuttle missions as a
youngster, and being impressed – even at such an early age –
by the flashing lights and sheer amount of gadgetry. He
remembered watching the events with his parents – one of his
happier memories.
After moving his luggage into the biggest bedroom, he
began the arduous task of unpacking the smaller boxes, which
much to his relief contained the food and beverages. He looked
at his watch, thought for a moment, before slyly opening a can
of lager to relieve his parched mouth, and although warm, it
certainly hit the spot. He spent a while neatly arranging the tinsof food in their rightful place; he hated untidiness, particularly
in confined spaces. This done, he turned his attention to the
rest of the containers.
The packing crates were getting larger and more difficult
to open. He smiled as he retrieved some fishing rods and
sealed bait – the entertainment for the journey there and back.
The chaps would relish a few days of sport fishing prior to
their dives. Then came the more intricate equipment – thediving gear. Harvey always took it upon himself to check all of
the gear thoroughly, and continued to do so with military
precision, as a marine would do when checking his gun. Even
the dive computer batteries and spares were included in the
inspection. He also examined the communications devices
which had been designed specifically for the trip by one of the
crew; these state of the art gadgets would allow two waycommunications up to a depth of fifty feet, but exactly how
they would do that was beyond Harvey. He loaded the
photographic equipment which was specially adapted for
amphibious work, having been fitted with strobe lighting to
help restore natural colour, and filters to offset the excessive
blue of the tropical waters within the Bermuda Triangle.
Finally, Harvey briefly checked the POD (Protective Oceanic
Device) which would provide protection from shark attack.They were clever little devices that emitted electrical signals to
disturb a shark ’s electrical detection system which could detect
one billionth of a volt of electricity. Harvey swore by such
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devices, and attributed the fact that he had never come close to
any shark to their success. How he was ever going to stare into
the black eyes of a Great White was still beyond him…perhaps
he should swim with smaller sharks first, before going in at the
deep end so to speak. Anyway, that was number two on his
bucket list and he had yet to run a marathon or visit Machu
Picchu.
After spending several hours unpacking, organising,
arranging and checking, he retreated to his bed for some much
needed rest, although he had hardly lay down before he heard a
commotion outside. Knowing exactly what it was, he took a
deep breath and jumped out of his bed. As he jogged upstairsand onto the deck, the contrast in light caused him to squint
and turn his head to the side, allowing his eyes to adjust. As his
eyes began to refocus, he was greeted loudly and
enthusiastically by what he could now see was his team exiting
a small minibus. He threw his hands in the air and reciprocated
with a rowdy cheer, urging them to come aboard as he quickly
retreated to the fridge for a pack of beer. One by one they
climbed on board, and Harvey hugged them excitedly before passing them a lukewarm beer.
Harvey had chosen a variety of specialists, all of whom
had worked with him before on his numerous globetrotting
escapades. Kevin Batty was an American Ecologist,
specialising in species classification, having spent his last year
within the far reaches of the Amazon; Peter Jones was an
Environmentalist from Canada, who had spent his last twoyears in the Antarctic, closely monitoring the reduction of the
winter pack ice due to the effects of global warming. There
was also Julian Rees, who was an ex-university buddy in
Wales – a closet alcoholic and drug addict – and one of
Harvey’s closest friends. Rees possessed exceptional technical
skills, but was also rarely without a substantial supply of his
home-grown ‘entertainment’ that always helped to allay those
lengthy and tedious interludes experienced on such long journeys. In addition to the main team, there were three other
crew members – a captain, to replace the injured Matson, and
two deck hands. None of these men were familiar to the team,
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and provided Harvey with a harsh reminder that although he
was co-ordinating this expedition, someone else was pulling
the strings.
It was a warm evening, with a slight breeze blowing from
the east. The clouds were strawberry red as the sun gently
smiled on them. At the captain’s instruction, the mooring was
released, and the boat moved effortlessly into the sunset, and
soon faded into the horizon. Rees thought this an opportune
moment to experience life through another plane and skilfully
rolled a large joint, whilst the other members of the team sat
around the dining table, devising drinking games that they
played with youthful zest. The beer flowed well that night, asdid their favourite tales brought up to embarrass those
involved, whilst greatly entertaining those who weren’t.
It was early morning when the captain dutifully woke the
team, although Harvey was already up and dressed when the
captain knocked on his door. Harvey had made many similar
trips before, but he could never help but feel restless on the
first night of an outward journey. It seemed to have become a
sort of tradition. He looked down at his watch. There was stilla good few hours sailing time before they entered the notorious
stretches of the Bermuda Triangle, and although heavily hung-
over and deprived of sleep, each member of the team had
duties to fulfil, which they did without complaint. Batty took it
upon himself to perform what he thought to be one of the most
important rituals of the day and cooked a full English
breakfast, though he was still groggy from the excesses of thenight before. Needless to say, it was greeted with anticipation
and eaten with gusto. Satisfied, the team began to prepare their
fishing rods with great excitement and for the next few hours
they were all adolescents again, laughing uncontrollably,
teasing and goading each other ’s efforts. After a good few
hours of organised chaos, the boat slowly came to a halt, much
to the bemusement of those who would swear blind that they
had something huge on their line. However, the team dutifully packed away their fun, and carefully prepared for the initial
dive – playtime was over and it was time to go to work. The
diving cylinders were double-checked by Rees, who then
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passed one of them to Harvey with a big grin on his face; both
Rees and Harvey were already in their wet suits and would be
first to dive – an executive decision made earlier by Harvey.
The sea was calm that day, and the sun intense – perfect
diving conditions. As the two friends entered the water from
the back of the boat, the transition between worlds was instant.
On deck, the general hustle and bustle of voices and machinery
was almost deafening, but now they found themselves in a
peaceful and tranquil environment. The water was as clear as
crystal, with beams of light penetrating the depths,
highlighting a plethora of exceptional, contrasting colours and
shimmering movements – an animated colour portrait. Amyriad of fish sparkled around the two trespassers; the
slightest movement by either of the men would send the fish
into a simultaneous retreat of metallic brilliance, yet their
inquisitiveness would again bring them close only seconds
later. Both men felt a sense of belonging – as if they were
encased within Mother Nature’s amnion, although she would
not nurture any maternal instinct towards them here. As they
descended further into the depths, they began collecting visualsamples of the marine life with their cameras, and occasionally
collecting representative physical samples with their spear
guns. Although the divers were able to communicate with each
other continuously, their descent was splendidly silent.
Within a matter of minutes they had descended onto a
plateau on the highest point of the reef, and more physical
specimens of the coral itself were collected and placed intosmall containers. Harvey’s inquisitive nature encouraged him
ever closer towards the plateau’s fringe, and he soon found
himself staring down its magnificent slopes into the abyss. The
drop was sheer, yet he noticed a shelf protruding from the
depths, no more than fifty feet below. He contemplated the risk
inherent in a descent to the shelf, but his curiosity sanctioned
his appetite for danger. Rees was now beside him, and Harvey
let him know of his intent with hand signals despite thetechnology available – such tried and tested systems would
never be replaced. Rees was un-phased by the proposal and
nodded his agreement; he had dived with Harvey many times,
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and had seen him perform much more elaborate stunts that this
one. Both men synchronised their watches and agreed to
maintain constant communications. As Harvey began his
descent into the void below, Rees continued to explore the
upper fractions of the reef.
As always, Harvey was cautious during the descent – the
coral could easily tear through his wet suit. He was also aware
that sharks frequented these waters, and although the species
were not inherently man-eaters, he was not going to provide
any incentive for them to indulge in their predatory instincts,
POD or no POD.
Harvey’s attention was distracted momentarily during hisdescent by something moving in his peripheral vision. He
turned to see what was there, half expecting to see that Rees
had decided to join him, but he was alone. It was taking longer
than anticipated to reach the shelf and with the reduced
visibility, Harvey switched on his torch which was mounted on
the side of his face mask. Its beam dispersed quickly within the
animated gloom, although the strobe light from his camera
provided adequate illumination of the nearby surroundings. Ashe slowly descended, he surveyed the surrounding area. The
luminosity from the strobe light highlighted a distinct yet
unfamiliar darkish green matter that intermittently covered the
coral wall around him. He stopped his descent momentarily
while he took a sample between his fingers; it had the
consistency of jelly, yet was incredibly sticky. He hadn’t
experienced the substance before, associating it to some formof algae. He placed a small sample into a Petri dish along with
the other samples in his nylon diving bag, and took several
photographs. Diving deeper, the green substance appeared to
become more abundant on the gently sloping coral around him,
taking the appearance of fields or meadows in the beautiful
English countryside. As he raised his camera to photograph the
surreal landscape before him, he again saw movement in the
distance, just beyond the effective range of his torch andstrobe. He checked that his spear gun was loaded, just in case
any sharks should decide to take an unhealthy interest in him.
Looking at his watch, he was disturbed by an uncharacteristic
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lapse in his time keeping – an unforgivable error for a man of
his diving experience. In a vain effort to justify his
miscalculation, he blamed his situation on his lack of
communication with Rees, which had become tainted with
static and at times incoherent. He made a mental note of his
location, opting to return the next day to take his photographs
and ensure that Rees or Batty was with him. He began to
inflate one of the flotation balloons, which would enable him
to ascend to the plateau in safety. As he slowly ascended, he
became alarmed at the muddled voice of Rees in his earpiece,
which seemed uncharacteristically panicky.
Then, without warning, something emerged from thedarkness below. A blur travelling at immense speed struck his
shoulder, jolting out his mouthpiece and instantly blinding his
vision as the compressed air escaped, sending his floatation
balloon spiralling upwards as the jolt caused him to lose his
grip. Momentarily stunned and unable to stabilise himself as
he reached the shelf, he began to fall backwards into the
blackness below. Years of diving experience ensured that he
didn’t panic, with the obvious fatal consequences. As hedescended into the blackness something struck him again, not
as violently as the first strike, but still confusing his bearings
even more. In the confusion, he was not immediately aware
that the sharp ten inch blade from his spear gun had pierced his
wet suit and entered his abdominal cavity, there were too many
thoughts running through his head for him to take it all in.
With his heart thumping, he located his mouthpiece and triedto control his erratic breathing. As he rapidly descended into
the depths, he frantically tried to correct his orientation,
violently colliding with the coral wall, which ripped into his
wet suit, tearing open flesh and splintering the bones in his
right forearm and hands. Blood seeped readily into the water
around him, slowly at first but then with more haste – a great
advertisement to anything with more teeth than brain cells.
He seemed to descend for what he thought was an eternity, but his fall eventually came to an abrupt end as he hit the
ocean floor, the impact causing him to fall slowly backwards
onto his air tanks. He lay there for a moment in virtual
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darkness, his only comfort being the strobe lighting from his
camera, highlighting the fact that the green matter was
everywhere around him. Everything was still, apart from his
own blood swirling around him. His deep breaths were the
only sound to punctuate the ghostly silence. His numbness was
like that of a child having awoken after a nightmare; the
middle of the night, as dark as pitch, blacker than wet coal, and
yearning for the sanctuary of daylight, or the loving embrace
of a parent. The sight of his own blood and the exposed flesh
and whiteness of the protruding, shattered radius caused him to
shake uncontrollably as panic and shock took hold. He
experienced a warm yet welcoming sensation as he urinatedhimself.
Even now, Harvey was well aware of the inherent dangers
of a quick ascent in water, but his desire to reach the safety of
his friends became paramount. The demands on his
cardiovascular system were causing him to hyperventilate, and
his co-ordination had become awkward as he fumbled to locate
another flotation balloon. Mercifully, the pain from his broken
arm lessened as it became numb where it was exposed to theintensely cold water. He regained some degree of composure
and tried in vain to contact Rees via his headset, although all
he heard was static and clicks.
Then from the corner of his eye, he saw an object moving
in the distance, its pale colour contrasting vibrantly against the
harsh blackness. As the object drew nearer, blind panic began
to play havoc with his psyche, and he was finding it harder andharder to breathe. As he squinted to focus his vision, the
object’s outline became less vague. Sheer disbelief besieged
Harvey.
He could see that the form was definitely that of a human
being, not a shark as he had initially thought. The figure swam
closer, travelling graciously through the water, arms at the
side, legs tight together; the body moved in a rhythm that
mimicked that of a dolphin. A wave of motion moved throughthe body gaining amplitude towards the feet. The figure
stopped at random to collect the same green matter from the
coral that had initially distracted Harvey. The figure was soon
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no more than a few feet away and at times seemed to be
oblivious to Harvey’s presence and the glow from his strobe.
Harvey lay there in shock, his heart racing, although he
was hardly even breathing. The figure appeared to be that of a
woman. As she moved dreamily above him, he could see her
long auburn hair rippling in the under currents, resembling
thousands of tiny cobras being charmed by the symphony of
the sea. Her face was a perfect picture of health; her full lips
complemented her unblemished brown skin and dark eyes,
which surveyed every feature of the environment. Harvey just
wished that he was not going to be her prey. A white blouse
meandered softly over her ample bosom and knee lengthtrousers clung tightly to her shapely thighs. Her feet were bare.
Harvey’s desire to look at the beautiful figure became
increasingly intoxicating and he somehow rose to his feet,
advancing slowly closer as she swam slowly in front of him,
his arm outstretched as if he needed to touch her to make sure
she was real. He stopped and shook his head; surely he must be
dreaming. As a youngster he had often become frightened by
bedtime tales about mermaids, and how sailors had been luredto their deaths by such beautiful creatures. He tried desperately
to rationalise with himself and concluded that that the figure in
front of him was a figment of his imagination – a result of
nitrogen narcosis and major blood loss. He closed his eyes and
consciously began to recite the twelve times table in an attempt
to return to rationality, but he began to find even this simple
task difficult as his co-ordination waned rapidly. He openedhis eyes again and was grieved to find himself still there; he
had hoped he would wake up in some warm bed, and be able
to roll over with a smile on his face, knowing it had all been a
bad dream. The reality of the situation soon dawned on him.
He had no idea what he was witnessing; something so
extraordinary, although he had no explanation as to what it
was. Instinctively he attempted to raise his camera as a pre-
determined response to his uncertainty; pain shot up his brokenforearm, causing him to grimace and almost pass out. He
slowly grabbed the camera with his opposite hand. He began to
feel weak as the pain intensified. He was only able to take half
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a dozen shots at very close range before the figure responded
with obvious distress, moving its hands over its face, its legs
bent double and its body hunched into a foetal position.
Harvey’s desire to ascend was now paramount and outweighed
any fear. Without checking he had sufficient oxygen left in his
tanks, he hastily removed his mouthpiece to inflate another
flotation balloon, and within seconds he started to ascend,
slowly at first as the air began to fill the balloon. The figure
became less distinct as he emerged from the gloom of the coral
bed, and he began to relax as the natural light became more
intense and welcoming. A daunting thought leapt across his
mind. He grabbed his camera, and checked that there wasactually still enough space on his disk drive, his huge sigh of
relief was evident from the excessive scuba exhaust. He
wondered how he was going to explain the experience to his
crew – there was no way that anyone on board would believe
his account, particularly after the tales of the previous night.
He could now make out the hull of the ship above him – he
was going to make it. His fear began to be replaced with hope,
but only briefly. The figure again ascended towards Harvey,rapidly approaching from the gloom below. Despite his frantic
efforts to evade the approaching spectre, it quickly reached
him and a ferocious struggle ensued. Harvey’s mouthpiece
again became dislodged, although this time it was a result of it
having been violently yanked out of his mouth. As he fumbled
anxiously to replace it, the figure began to wrestle him back
into its dark retreat with immense strength, Harvey’s uselessarm offered scant resistance. While Harvey tried desperately to
escape from the assailant’s vice like grip, his chest became
progressively tighter and his actions less erratic. The figure
drew out Harvey’s own diver ’s knife, and cut effortlessly
through Harvey’s breathing tube. Harvey blindly lashed out –
this last futile effort exposing the assailant’s face to Harvey’s
flashing camera. Within a short space of time he passed into
unconsciousness, and as water poured into David Harvey’sscreaming lungs, his body convulsed one last time, then
nothing.
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Aboard the ‘Beagle ’
Rees surfaced from the dive in a cloud of bubbles. His desire
to get aboard quickly was evident as he brushed past Batty and
Jones who were ready to assist him by removing his aqua lung.
Rees removed his mouthpiece and screamed his words.
“Is he here?” Batty and Jones looked puzzled at one
another. “Is he fucking here?” Rees shouted again.
“Who?” interjected Batty.
“David…David…Is he here?” replied Rees, throwing his
aqua lung to the floor, and prising off his wetsuit.
Batty and Jones looked again at each other, baffled by thequestioning. “I thought he was with you?” intoned Jones, with
a worried look on his face.
“He was…we got separated and…I don’t know where he
is!” answered Rees.
“Holy fuck! What do you mean you got separated?”
retorted Batty.
“I mean we got separated…simple as!” replied a distraught
Rees. There was long pause as Batty and Jones tried tocomprehend the situation, occasionally looking at each other
for answers. Rees continued. “He…he wanted to explore
another part of the reef…”
“And you let him…you left him alone! Jesus Christ Julian,
what the fuck did you think you were doing?” asked Jones.
“I…I…I don’t know. You know what Dave’s like…he
went off exploring on his own…the first thing I knew thatsomething was wrong was when a flotation balloon passed me
as I collected samples on the plateau, and then I saw excessive
scuba exhaust coming from below.” Rees’ voice became
noticeably strained. “I searched in vain on the edge of the
plateau, but could not see any signs of him. Instinct told me to
go and locate him, but experience persuaded me otherwise… I
just made haste for the Beagle…and this pile of shit was
useless…” he remarked as he pointed to the communicationdevice within his mask, which he threw violently to the
ground.
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“…Jesus, give me that aqua lung…I’m going down there”
said Batty, picking up the aqua lung and beginning to feed his
arms through the straps.
“No…No, Kevin. We can’t risk it…if anything happened
to you as well…” Rees sighed and shook his head. “By the
book…we must do this by the book. I say we give the order for
the captain to send an S.O.S. OK?” Batty and Jones looked at
each other and then to Rees; both men nodded their heads,
their faces full of anguish. “OK then…you two go and look for
any signs of Dave, and I’ll go and see the captain.”
As Rees talked to the captain, he was disturbed by Batty
running into the control room.“Julian…we’ve found something. Come quickly.”
Rees looked to the captain who nodded to him. The captain
knew what he had to do and reached towards the handset of his
radio. Rees rushed out of the room, following behind Batty
who ran towards the bough of the ship. They saw Jones
reaching into the water with a barge pole, retrieving a solitary
floatation device. Jones turned towards the pair, shaking his
head; he knew it didn’t look hopeful. Then, without warning, ahuge area of water around the ship rose up tens of feet into the
air rocking the boat; it was as if a bomb had exploded under
the water, yet there was no booming sound to follow, just that
of the water as it cascaded heavily back to earth, covering the
entire ship and its occupants. Again the water rose high into
the air; again and again. By now the boat was rocking violently
to and fro and beginning to take on water. A drenched Reesturned to the others. Sheer panic adorned his face.
Fort Lauderdale Coast Guard Station
The US Coast Guard received the automated S.O.S signal a
little after noon. On checking the identification reference of thesignal, a few preliminary searches confirmed its source as the
Beagle, an independently registered research vessel.
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“Friggin’ scientists!” muttered the chief coastguard under
his breath, “They might be able to dive but they’ve got no idea
how to friggin’ sail.” After logging the call on his VDU, he
then implemented the preliminary stages required for a basic
‘Man over board’ rescue procedure, involving a helicopter
search which would be scrambled from an airbase nearby. A
rescue boat, already returning from a previous incident would
also divert its course to the rescue location which, in the calm
conditions, was a little over six hours away. “Hardly worth
going if he hasn’t surfaced yet!” the coastguard said loudly.
“Still…” he said to no one in particular with a wry smile on his
face. “…if the life boat don’t pick him up…the sharks surewill.”
Checking the position of the boats out that day, the chief
coastguard directed a call through to the Deliverance which
was patrolling the waters within 200 miles of the Beagle.
Captain Adam Parsons of the Deliverance was a little surprised
to get this kind of call on such a clear and calm day and
blamed the renowned drinking exploits of sports fisherman
who frequented the area from which the S.O.S call was made.Turning the ship toward the Beagle, Parsons opened up the
engines, which responded instantly in a blur of noise and foam.
The Deliverance reached its destination within five hours
of the initial SOS call being sent from the Beagle. However, a
second SOS was made from the Beagle about ten minutes after
the initial call, upgrading the urgency of the SOS to that of a
capsizing and sinking situation. However, this message had been incoherent, tainted by static, and the signal eventually
lost.
As the Deliverance reached its destination, the Beagle was
nowhere to be seen – there was no indication of it on the ship’s
radar and no evidence of any wreckage, just two inflatable life
rafts, gently rotating on the pond-like water. The Deliverance
had been directed to this location by the search and rescue
helicopter that had spotted the life rafts hours earlier, but hadto return to base due to low fuel. Its extensive search of the
immediate area had revealed nothing. A further visual
inspection of the rafts by the team on board the Deliverance
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condition, although heavily bloated. Bound to the corpse was a
net containing various specimens, a camera and a spear gun,
though Robinson failed to notice the severed breathing pipe.
Parsons immediately reported to base, informing them that
a body had been discovered, and from the evidence of the wet
suit, surmised that the body had been carried onto the coral
reef by the powerful under currents. However, he could not
explain the disappearance of the research vessel or the
remainder of its crew and although probable, he could not yet
be certain that the diver had been a member of the research
team. Parsons chronicled the incident in his journal as
‘Accidental Drowning and Unexplained Disappearance’,knowing this could be amended as and when new information
came to light. The corpse was placed into a body bag, zipped
up and then placed into refrigeration, whilst the possessions
were sealed and locked away. Parsons couldn’t help but
wonder whether the dormant mysteries of the Bermuda
Triangle were yet again going to revive a focus of media
frenzy and macabre fascination that had heightened in the
1970s and 80s. Parsons could offer no other explanation, evenwith his years of knowledge and judgement.
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Chapter Three
UCLA, California
Professor John Huxley – a senior lecturer of Environmental
Sciences at The UCLA – had arrived early into work. He hated
early starts – the darkness, the deep chill of the morning air,
but most of all, the feeling of isolation. It would be a good few
hours before he would see any signs of civilisation.Two weeks had elapsed since the mysterious and
unexpected death of his great friend and colleague David
Harvey. The anguish that he had experienced over the past
fortnight had become detrimental to his work, and put him
desperately behind schedule with his research. No one seemed
to understand his pain, which had been further heightened by
the discovery that the F.B.I was heading an investigation intoHarvey’s death. To add insult to injury, the F.B.I had refused
to release Harvey’s body for burial.
Huxley unlocked the door to his office – a spacious room,
full of leather-bound books from floor to ceiling, housed in
dark stained wooden cabinets which made the interior rather
dark and aged, yet eerily beautiful and archaic, with not a
speck of dust in sight. The distinct smell was a mature mixture
of dampness and leather, although Huxley could no longerdistinguish it as easily as he used to. Huxley’s desk was
brimming with disorder, the only irregular feature being a
distinct framed photograph – himself as a child, his parents
kissing him on either cheek. He looked at the photograph for a
moment and laughed at his long flowing hair, and his
sheepskin waistcoat. His parents were themselves a mass of
hair and flowers. He was a true product of the sexual
revolution of the 1960s; his parents often took him to rock
concerts and he spent much of his childhood within hippie
communes – he vividly recalled the tepees, incense and the
beads. His parents were among the first new generation of eco-
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warriors, and he spent his early years following them from one
ecological crusade to another. He actually met his wife during
one of the many C.N.D campaigns at Greenham Common Air
Force Base in the early 1980s, but unfortunately, she was
killed – six months pregnant – during an anti-roads protest in
the early1990s, which helped to fuel his ambition to influence
political ideals. Thus he became a significant, world renowned
figurehead in raising ecological awareness on such issues as
the global effects of the destruction of the Amazon Rain
Forest, and was a key figure in the development of the
ideology behind global warming and the greenhouse effect. He
also assisted in the aftermath of such ecological disasters as theearthquakes in Kobe in Japan and Golcuk in Turkey, and the
Tsunami that devastated areas of Asia in the early years of the
new millennium. He possessed a definite focus in life, and
used the education system to inspire future generations. He
lived to work, while those around him worked to live.
As he was returning one of his weightier reference books
to its usual place on the upper bookshelves, there was a faint
and unexpected knock at the door. He paused and looked at hiswatch, thinking it to be a little early for a student. Again there
was a knock, a little louder this time. Huxley let out an
awkward sigh, his train of thought broken.
“Come in,” he said, clearly agitated, peering over the top
of his spectacles to see what his invitation would yield. His
Scottish accent was gentle, but definite.
Standing in front of him were two immaculately suitedmen, handsome and dark skinned. Both wore identical dark
glasses, although they were removed as they entered the room.
“Professor Huxley?” asked the shorter of the two men.
There was a pause and he repeated his question.
“Yes...and you are?”
“Agents Rogers and Johnson.” replied the taller man,
firstly pointing to himself and then his partner. Both men
presented their identification with authority as they entered,although Johnson took a second to check the corridor prior to
closing the door.