Into the Unknown
Having graduated from Hogwarts, Max Paige now works with a professional private investigator/ghost hunter in
Inverness, Scotland while living on Ghost Island...
Inverness, Scotland while living on Ghost Island...
Next Steps
The theory that one of the three treasures on Ghost Island was a collection of Shakespeare manuscripts kept me awake for the next few nights. As I stared at the ceiling from my bed in the shared log cabin, I tried to work out the validity of the theory.
Having no answers, I got up and walked downstairs to the Archive Room. There were whiteboards everywhere filled with dates, names, and theories along with pictures of every artifact we’d dug up so far. I stood in front of the board entitled “Bacon/Shakespeare” and just shook my head. It was the most far-fetched theory there had been.
“It’s still a thin theory,” Tessa said as if she’d read my thoughts as she entered the room. “If he really was the one who wrote Shakespeare’s stuff… Why Ghost Island?”
“I mean, he was in England just before the original depression was found in the early 1700s, so the dates fit,” I told her, looking at her tiredly. “Plus, he was also in the Knights Templar.”
“Those guys again,” Tessa smirked.
“The thing is, look at the discovery wall,” I walked to the board revealing the historical finds thus far. “We’ve been finding a tonne of flasks with traces of mercury in them too.”
“Why’s that important?” Tessa asked.
“‘Cause his documents were preserved in mercury.” I grinned at her.
“I still can’t believe you got to see your uncle Josiah… After all this time…”
“I know,” I smiled again, leaning over to kiss her. “I wish you could have been there.”
“I think we need a bigger dig drill,” Ben announced as he came in.
Tessa and I turned and I nodded, “I gotta say I agree. We need to get a bigger oscillating cason and send it down over the Money Pit. We’ve gotta start bringing up some more wood.”
“And we need to do some more serious metal detecting in the Swamp and Witch’s Cove,” Chris added, clearly also having a hard time sleeping.
“Sounds like we have a plan moving forward then,” I nodded, happy that we were all on the same page.
Having no answers, I got up and walked downstairs to the Archive Room. There were whiteboards everywhere filled with dates, names, and theories along with pictures of every artifact we’d dug up so far. I stood in front of the board entitled “Bacon/Shakespeare” and just shook my head. It was the most far-fetched theory there had been.
“It’s still a thin theory,” Tessa said as if she’d read my thoughts as she entered the room. “If he really was the one who wrote Shakespeare’s stuff… Why Ghost Island?”
“I mean, he was in England just before the original depression was found in the early 1700s, so the dates fit,” I told her, looking at her tiredly. “Plus, he was also in the Knights Templar.”
“Those guys again,” Tessa smirked.
“The thing is, look at the discovery wall,” I walked to the board revealing the historical finds thus far. “We’ve been finding a tonne of flasks with traces of mercury in them too.”
“Why’s that important?” Tessa asked.
“‘Cause his documents were preserved in mercury.” I grinned at her.
“I still can’t believe you got to see your uncle Josiah… After all this time…”
“I know,” I smiled again, leaning over to kiss her. “I wish you could have been there.”
“I think we need a bigger dig drill,” Ben announced as he came in.
Tessa and I turned and I nodded, “I gotta say I agree. We need to get a bigger oscillating cason and send it down over the Money Pit. We’ve gotta start bringing up some more wood.”
“And we need to do some more serious metal detecting in the Swamp and Witch’s Cove,” Chris added, clearly also having a hard time sleeping.
“Sounds like we have a plan moving forward then,” I nodded, happy that we were all on the same page.
