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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Will Shakespeare & the Ships of Solomon by Christopher Grey @GreyAuthor #Action #Fiction

Oak Island was lit with electric lights that could be seen from down the bay. Pulling into Chester at night meant that those lights were the brightest on the coast. Will was as surprised as Dorothy, but not because he didn’t know what the contraption was. No one had been excavating on the island for ten years, and yet there was a massive crane and pulley system, lit with floodlights and surrounded by trucks and tents.
He cursed, and Dorothy raised an eyebrow at him.
“Let’s hope they had a late night.”
Checking his watch confirmed it was still only three-thirty in the morning. Not even the most eager started that early.
“Who are they?” Dorothy asked, now recognizing the contraptions as they came closer.
“Treasure hunters.”
“I thought this was a secret.”
Will shrugged. “The promise of fortune makes people very persistent.”
As they drove down Lighthouse Road, the hoopla surrounding Oak Island seemed somewhat anticlimactic. It was a humble hill of shrubs and sand connected by a man-made bridge. Various rocks created several coves and bays on the small plot, and the largest feature was a massive excavation at the southeast end of the island. The notorious “Money Pit.”
Heaving a sigh, he directed Dorothy to park the car on the edge of the island and turn off the engine. Tapping the steering wheel absently, she waited for him as he considered the best approach. They weren’t going anywhere near the Money Pit; however, their hike would take them close enough. It was still cold, and they had no swimwear.
“I’ll be blunt,” he said. “This is no place for a lady. We’ll have to swim and go into ancient underwater caves. If the treasure hunters find us, we’ll have to get away with no clues as to where we were or why. Tell me now if you aren’t up to it. You can stay in the car and keep watch.”
“Sir Shakespeare, if you honestly think I’m going to let you go treasure hunting without me, then you really are mad.”
She got out of the car first.
“So mote it be,” he whispered under his breath.
Incensed that Shakespeare said the words “This is no place for a lady,” Dorothy sought not only to prove that women could be here but that it was better that they were. She’d grown up in an island colony, not some farmhouse in Nebraska. America may have its proverbial undies in a wad over the rights and privileges of women, but British colonies sure as hell didn’t. A woman worked just like a man, and, lest men like Shakespeare forget, it was the women who ran their bloody country when the U.S. troops were overseas.
This was no time to discuss it. Much more important matters were at hand, and despite Will’s demeanor, she didn’t believe he meant harm. He was only trying to give proper warning. After all, she was wearing the business suit she’d bought for this purpose. Had her father convinced her not to, she’d have been wearing slacks and a breathing top—like she always did. Often on the island, she wore nothing but a bathing suit. Stuck in recently purchased pumps, a long skirt that was tight around her hips, a button-up top and jacket, she felt more like a Cosmopolitan advert than a Bermuda Wilkinson. With a hat to boot, it was no wonder Shakespeare had warned her of their upcoming adventure.
She’d overreacted, perhaps, but the whole situation seemed wrong. Was this man really trying to protect her, or was she simply being used to get to the property? She’d play his game, but only because it was clear he thought she was naïve. They’d find what was on her property. She’d then give the treasure to the rightful owner, her father. Anything on land he owned belonged to him, and no ridiculous private club of history conjurers and criminals would take her father’s property from him.
We’ll see what sort of place a lady belongs, Sir Shakespeare.

In the fall of 1947, Will Shakespeare saw the world collapse around him. Shakespeare, a secret soldier for the Knights Templar, barely escapes the slaughter of his entire knighthood at the hands of a rogue militant arm of the Vatican in a small Montreal church. With orders to escort Templar business associate Dorothy Wilkinson back to her home in Bermuda, Will must locate and rescue the most important secret treasure in human history before it is devoured by a hurricane in the watery caves beneath her father’s property. The spiraling quest sends Will and Dorothy into uncovering dark secrets that make up the origins of the knighthood as they confront the traps and puzzles that masterfully protect the world’s most coveted treasure.
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Genre – Action, Adventure
Rating – PG
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