CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The Ensuing Discovery
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved
Sean wasn’t aware of the sedan that had followed him to the motel were his wife was waiting. The two inhabitants of the car noted the room Sean entered as they cruised down the highway on which the motel was located off of.
Inside, Alexis was in a near frenzy.
“Oh God! I’m so glad you’re back. Listen: I think I’ve got it.”
“Wait, wait…honey…”
“Hold on. Look at this,” Alexis continued, “you see…here… it reads ‘it is of the utmost import that I declare my love for you for it does not lie deep within the caverns…’ . Do you hear that? ‘Does not lie deep within the caverns’. Now follow me here: What if by ‘love’…he meant the treasure?”
“Okay…”
“Given that, Sean, if ‘love’ means treasure, I think the rest of the letter cracks open. Listen to this part: ‘It is fruitful & abundant on the surface of my heart’. That could mean it’s not buried deep in the island, couldn’t it?”
“I can see that,” Sean’s curiosity was engaged, “Go on.”
“Well, here’s where it gets a bit sticky,” she continued to explain her theory to him referencing the peculiar letter she’d been working with as they sat at the table and cleared the various menus and pamphlets off it. She read from the letter, “’Pray at the feet of the Lord & ye will indeed find my love…’. Suddenly he turns religious. None of the other letters—nothing I’ve read by him suggest that Kidd was a pious man. Why does he suddenly use so many heavy religious allusions? ‘I long for his Well lived Fifteen years to continue & he be connected to the Truth from the Tree Of Life he sprang. There, he too will find the Lord’s feet & onto his heart’. I think it’s in that passage that we’re going to figure this out, Sean. I’m serious. What could ‘the Lord’s feet’ be?”
“So you’re thinking,” considered Sean, “that Kidd was lead to the island by someone, figured out the trap systems, and left this letter behind for his wife so that she could somehow bypass the traps herself and retrieve the loot?”
“But she couldn’t,” Alexis added as the two continued their brainstorm, “She couldn’t because before she could get out to the island, she was burned to death in her cabin in Europe. I’m thinking Elizabeth, the daughter must’ve come into the letter’s possession somehow—and probably knew very little of it’s importance other than perhaps a memory of her mother and father.”
Sean is now fixedly reviewing the letter and this new possibility.
“’They will see in my Love a Tree Of Life’” he read from the letter, “’They will regret their actions’” Sounds like a vendetta to me. He must’ve known about the traps and flooding system.”
“We have to figure out what he meant by the ‘feet of the Lord’,” said Alexis as she paced about.
Sean pulled out the large aerial photograph Dr. Stoker had presented to him and McGinnis’s people just a few minutes ago from his raincoat. He proceeded to spread it out across the bed and grabbed a marker from the table. Alexis sauntered over.
“My god. Where did you get this?”
“I swiped it from our head surveyor at the meeting I just came from. Look at this: This is a formation of pile beach stones here on the northern tip. See how they kind of form a sextant? Now check these things out,” explained Sean and pointed out six small clearings in random parts of the pictured island. He circled the northern tip of the island.
“Here’s where the original pit was. But see these little clearings? There are conical boulders, each about half the size of a grown man, that were found years ago. No one really knew what they were, where they came from or why they were placed where they were found. But what is known is that man hewed the boulders. Metal rings were found embedded in each. Now check this out,” he explicated as he used the marker to connect the clearings where he said the boulders were to show that they formed a large-scale crucifix across the northern section of the island. He then drew a line from the crucifix’s apex to the beach stone sextant formation.
Alexis’s mouth dropped when she noticed the line intersected with the original pit circle.
“I’m wondering why ‘Well’ and ‘Fifteen’ are capitalized. We’d need a linguist to help us with that one,” mentioned Sean. Alexis had a thought.
“Sean, do you know how they found Cheop’s tomb at Giza?” she asked and grabbed a scratch piece of paper from the table.
“What are you getting at?”
Alexis drew a diagram as she explained herself:
“When they first found the main hall that ran through the Great Pyramid, they were sure it would lead straight to his tomb. When they finally got to the end of the hall, no tomb. It wasn’t until years later that they discovered the secret chamber. The opening that led to the burial chamber was on the ceiling of the original hall. There was another hallway carved out from the top of a hallway where no one would think to look.”
“The original depositors must’ve dug another tunnel! Alex! You’re a genius!” bellowed an overjoyed Sean, “They used the original pit to get below sea level and dig their way up at an angle.”
“What’s the average sea level?”
Sean jumped over the bed and referenced the survey.
“Thirty-two feet,” he answered.
“Okay. So if we’re right,” Alexis continued, “whatever’s hidden down there is somewhere between the surface of the island and sea level, right?”
“Waiting, high and dry,” Sean grinned, “that’s how they make water wells. One of the drillers told me once over a cigarette that the locals would dig down to just above sea level in these parts.
“So we still need to figure out what method of measurement Kidd used. Fifteen what?” wondered Alexis.
After exactly one minute of silence as the two considered the possibility, Sean spoke: “The angle of the crucifix gives us the general direction the adjacent tunnel must have been dug out to” said Sean, “I think I can figure this out but I’ll need to make some measurements on the island. The hard part’s going to be doing it all under their noses.”
“What happened at the meeting?”
“We haven’t got much time,” Sean replied, “They got a report this morning that the seismic activity around the island has gotten dangerous. Oak Island may collapse and all of our shafts and cribbed tunnels could cave in. We’ve been tearing up the place on such a grand scale that the island can’t take it anymore. We’ve got less than a week, if that.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue
The Ensuing Discovery
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved
Sean wasn’t aware of the sedan that had followed him to the motel were his wife was waiting. The two inhabitants of the car noted the room Sean entered as they cruised down the highway on which the motel was located off of.
Inside, Alexis was in a near frenzy.
“Oh God! I’m so glad you’re back. Listen: I think I’ve got it.”
“Wait, wait…honey…”
“Hold on. Look at this,” Alexis continued, “you see…here… it reads ‘it is of the utmost import that I declare my love for you for it does not lie deep within the caverns…’ . Do you hear that? ‘Does not lie deep within the caverns’. Now follow me here: What if by ‘love’…he meant the treasure?”
“Okay…”
“Given that, Sean, if ‘love’ means treasure, I think the rest of the letter cracks open. Listen to this part: ‘It is fruitful & abundant on the surface of my heart’. That could mean it’s not buried deep in the island, couldn’t it?”
“I can see that,” Sean’s curiosity was engaged, “Go on.”
“Well, here’s where it gets a bit sticky,” she continued to explain her theory to him referencing the peculiar letter she’d been working with as they sat at the table and cleared the various menus and pamphlets off it. She read from the letter, “’Pray at the feet of the Lord & ye will indeed find my love…’. Suddenly he turns religious. None of the other letters—nothing I’ve read by him suggest that Kidd was a pious man. Why does he suddenly use so many heavy religious allusions? ‘I long for his Well lived Fifteen years to continue & he be connected to the Truth from the Tree Of Life he sprang. There, he too will find the Lord’s feet & onto his heart’. I think it’s in that passage that we’re going to figure this out, Sean. I’m serious. What could ‘the Lord’s feet’ be?”
“So you’re thinking,” considered Sean, “that Kidd was lead to the island by someone, figured out the trap systems, and left this letter behind for his wife so that she could somehow bypass the traps herself and retrieve the loot?”
“But she couldn’t,” Alexis added as the two continued their brainstorm, “She couldn’t because before she could get out to the island, she was burned to death in her cabin in Europe. I’m thinking Elizabeth, the daughter must’ve come into the letter’s possession somehow—and probably knew very little of it’s importance other than perhaps a memory of her mother and father.”
Sean is now fixedly reviewing the letter and this new possibility.
“’They will see in my Love a Tree Of Life’” he read from the letter, “’They will regret their actions’” Sounds like a vendetta to me. He must’ve known about the traps and flooding system.”
“We have to figure out what he meant by the ‘feet of the Lord’,” said Alexis as she paced about.
Sean pulled out the large aerial photograph Dr. Stoker had presented to him and McGinnis’s people just a few minutes ago from his raincoat. He proceeded to spread it out across the bed and grabbed a marker from the table. Alexis sauntered over.
“My god. Where did you get this?”
“I swiped it from our head surveyor at the meeting I just came from. Look at this: This is a formation of pile beach stones here on the northern tip. See how they kind of form a sextant? Now check these things out,” explained Sean and pointed out six small clearings in random parts of the pictured island. He circled the northern tip of the island.
“Here’s where the original pit was. But see these little clearings? There are conical boulders, each about half the size of a grown man, that were found years ago. No one really knew what they were, where they came from or why they were placed where they were found. But what is known is that man hewed the boulders. Metal rings were found embedded in each. Now check this out,” he explicated as he used the marker to connect the clearings where he said the boulders were to show that they formed a large-scale crucifix across the northern section of the island. He then drew a line from the crucifix’s apex to the beach stone sextant formation.
Alexis’s mouth dropped when she noticed the line intersected with the original pit circle.
“I’m wondering why ‘Well’ and ‘Fifteen’ are capitalized. We’d need a linguist to help us with that one,” mentioned Sean. Alexis had a thought.
“Sean, do you know how they found Cheop’s tomb at Giza?” she asked and grabbed a scratch piece of paper from the table.
“What are you getting at?”
Alexis drew a diagram as she explained herself:
“When they first found the main hall that ran through the Great Pyramid, they were sure it would lead straight to his tomb. When they finally got to the end of the hall, no tomb. It wasn’t until years later that they discovered the secret chamber. The opening that led to the burial chamber was on the ceiling of the original hall. There was another hallway carved out from the top of a hallway where no one would think to look.”
“The original depositors must’ve dug another tunnel! Alex! You’re a genius!” bellowed an overjoyed Sean, “They used the original pit to get below sea level and dig their way up at an angle.”
“What’s the average sea level?”
Sean jumped over the bed and referenced the survey.
“Thirty-two feet,” he answered.
“Okay. So if we’re right,” Alexis continued, “whatever’s hidden down there is somewhere between the surface of the island and sea level, right?”
“Waiting, high and dry,” Sean grinned, “that’s how they make water wells. One of the drillers told me once over a cigarette that the locals would dig down to just above sea level in these parts.
“So we still need to figure out what method of measurement Kidd used. Fifteen what?” wondered Alexis.
After exactly one minute of silence as the two considered the possibility, Sean spoke: “The angle of the crucifix gives us the general direction the adjacent tunnel must have been dug out to” said Sean, “I think I can figure this out but I’ll need to make some measurements on the island. The hard part’s going to be doing it all under their noses.”
“What happened at the meeting?”
“We haven’t got much time,” Sean replied, “They got a report this morning that the seismic activity around the island has gotten dangerous. Oak Island may collapse and all of our shafts and cribbed tunnels could cave in. We’ve been tearing up the place on such a grand scale that the island can’t take it anymore. We’ve got less than a week, if that.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue
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