 October 15th, 1971, Hugo Graham, aeronautical engineer, entered his office as he had done every single working day for the past five years. So, anything new? Not a thing. And then, Zappy Cole. Yeah? What on the phone? Joshua Owen, R&D computer expert. Once again, it started to replace a printed circuit. Then, Zappy Cole. Yeah? Victor Spivak, market analyst. As usual, was adjusting the morning survey report. I've just been reducing national average and the new statistics show the consumer usage is within 012 of last year. That just goes to prove we're still in that same old velvet rut. That's right. And then, Zappy Cole. Salvage rights. And the Asani's map checks out. That day, they left San Francisco and disappeared. 100 years, the waters of the Caribbean have hidden a chest of gold lost when Captain Villasanti's galley and sank on a shallow reef. From the archives, we learned that the captain had taken what he could to a cave that lay exactly three miles from the wreck. We were going to find it. The best buy I could find. Big and cheap. He's got to be kidding. Oh, really? Have a look at it. That's exactly what we need, man. Now, how old do you figure she is? A old 42 vintage, I'd say. It was a good year for trucks. You know, it's got plenty of room for our gear, and we can make a camper out of it. Vintage junk. Lady like a lady. Half to two-thirds open. First to shot of ether to the count of four. One, two, three, start to the ground. 300 bucks. The price is right, including two spare tires, a jack, and a use of the workshop. Did I ever say use of the workshop? Use of the workshop, man. How long did that take? Well, not long. Depends on how much help I get from you guys. And our albatross here. I use it in a vintage. Really making time. Yep, order's coming up. Watch it, Sammy. What's so important about your beat-up old briefcase? It's the map and the exclusive salvage rights. F***ing vintage to the ship. Yeah, that sounds fine, but if you thought about how we're really going to find the cave, it might have been destroyed by the earthquake. Look, I thought about that, too. I mean, it's not going to be easy. If we narrow it down with a magnetometer, you really think it's going to be that easy? Yeah, if we follow the report. Try it. You know anybody else that drives a wine barrel? It'll be a Sunday's map. Are you sure they have exclusive government salvage rights? Sure, they got it. What are you selling the inspector's office? Tell Hardley to get it. Okay. And I might as well have him lift, uh... Well, there'll be, uh... Excuse me. Is that your fine-looking truck down there? Yeah, what about it? Somebody's stealing your equipment. We're trying to get the jet with a jet. Yeah, that's right. South on Interstate 5, a girl on the luggage rack. No, I am not kidding. A girl on the luggage rack. You want to catch up wagon? I'll bend and catch anything in this. Yeah! Have this car? I stole it from in front of the restaurant. Boy, are you going to catch it? Not me. You guys stole it. I'm just bringing it back for him. Yeah, thanks a lot, John. That's really great. Asperbal has you. Okay. Look, it was spending all our time looking for boats. We've been here nearly two weeks. Listen. There's no sense in chartering a piece of junk. Sure. Yeah, I will. Hey, thanks again, John. I really appreciate it, huh? Goodbye. I won't believe that till I see it. Oh, yeah. It's a new boat with good equipment, a compressor, and a crew of two. Eight hundred bucks. What's the catch? No catch. The guy knew Yale. The eight hundred is only three weeks, but I figure it's worth it. Bro, it's an old, slow tub. You don't find any in three weeks. Twenty-two knots? It's like the head of a Port Antonio. Could have been a way off. That's good. We'll let him lead us to it. Now you've lost. You should have stopped for that beer, you dummy. Don't be stupid. There's no other road. It goes straight to Port Antonio. Do you know which one of these is the O'Keefe? That's the O'Keefe over there. You don't suppose you could take us out there, do you? Just can't tell your brother. But you see that man over there in a pink country boat? He'll be able to take you. Thanks a lot. You're welcome. Okay, Robin. Let's get going. Hi, Skipper. Asper. Hey! Hey, uh, next to Diver, it's about three hundred feet on air. Hey, you ski? A little. Mr. Hampton sends his compliments. I'm Asper. Pitions of treasure hunters have tried in vain to find me as anti-skate. After years of research, we were sure we had the answer. No one had found it because it was under the water, sunk by the same earthquake that had buried Port Royal. It was now part of this reef. We should swim west a little. One magnetic. Oh, nine, one magnetic. Oh, nine, one magnetic. Warm up the depth recorder. Well, we didn't see how much truth there in those reports on Via Sinai's game. No bottom. Yeah? You ever run this channel before? No, man. I always give this place a wide bird. It's eight thousandth that's coming up fast. Dead slow ahead. Dead slow. Take her up a couple of points to starboard. Then ease her back and we'll drop the hook. Okay? Wow. Hoda's operandi was simple. Today we would look the area over, find safe entrances and egress from the reef. Tomorrow, the search would start in earnest. Let us start marking these things. Everything listed, otherwise I'd never be able to tell them apart. It's not fair. Come on, mark. I want to come in the boat. What do you want to come in the boat for? I mean, you know very well that you can't dive. I don't see why I can't come in the boat. You want to go diving, right? Right. What kind of experience have you got diving? I know what I'm doing. I've already arranged what after. He's going to take you and he's going to give you some lessons. Then he's going to do it every single day while we're out searching for the cave. Okay? Now, first weight snorke. Second weight scuba. Third weight deep scuba. Now, if you don't want to do that, you're going to always go home. California's waiting for you. Snorkel. Second weight shallow scuba. Third weight deep scuba. It was as close to the reef as the O'Keeffe could navigate. Now on, it was up to the rubber boats. Keep the familiar grid pattern. We started the electronic search with Joshua's Wonder Box, a sensitive magnetometer that would find the village. And from it, the cave. The pieces of our mosaic were almost complete. The magnetometer had traced the edge of the volcanic fault. The cave laid to the west. It would soon be necessary to resort to the glass bottom boat. Back and forth across this shallow reef. We searched for that steep trench when you just had to be there. Important that you learn the vital meaning of that rasping sound. Let's review everything. First of all, you got to always check your watch when you go down. There's no excuse for having to go on the table. Staying down too long and making it necessary to decompress. You got that? Have you ever been on the table? Nope. I don't intend to either. There ain't no joke hanging on the end of a rope, 40 feet deep, waiting for the nitrogen to dissipate. Doesn't sound too hard, huh? Already a veteran of three weeks and you know everything, huh? There's something deep ahead. Yeah, see it. It's depth. And it's depth alone that had kept the narrow opening of Bia Santi's cave a secret for over 200 years. We moved your keef up and prepared to dive. If we find the cave, we'll send up the usual mark and you can come over, okay? Okay. Hey, listen to that. Watch for us, will you? Keep that. It's deep. For us in the sponge, our base mark, our indication that we were below 120 feet, was too easy to drop down this face. And below 180 feet, we ran the danger of suffering from nitrogen narcosis. Arrow fissure appeared, a miniature Grand Canyon. At the entrance, I put down a yellow marker. Now, Josh would know where we were. Had to be very near. 140 feet pointed on until I found myself in a cul-de-sac. Could this be the base of a chimney? Where's Hugo? Isn't he with you? No, we got separated in the cave. He'd be out of here by now. He must be. Man, I am. Brief me. I better go down. Down so long, I thought you'd bought it. I wasn't expecting to see you. Well, we ran out of here half an hour ago. Did you find anything? Welcome to be assigned to this cave. Somebody's been here before us, though. Damn. I found some coins, though. There must be some ore. No, no. That's a check. I'll give you one of them. Let's get out of here. It's getting cold. Which way do you want to go? You want to go that way. That way. Yes. The cave had been looted before the earthquake. But at least our calculations had been right. And now we could find the galleon. We were inside the reef, with a tiny opening to the sky. The only way out was back down the long column of water. And I was low on air, propelled at the end of my air. Now there would be no room for error. We had to find the mouth of the cave, entrance made buddy breathing out of the question which was on reserve. And at this depth, you almost killed yourself. Let's go home. At least we now know roughly what the sign of Victoria lies. Within three miles of the cave. Yes, but that could be east to west, which means you still have six miles to search. We only know which way. That's a lot of sea to search, even with a magnetometer. That's a piece of eight. Doesn't really look much better than when you first brought it up. A piece of eight was made out of a bar of silver. And the thing that they would do is, they take a bar of silver, and then they whack all of them down the river. And they put it between a male and a female mode. Now they're bloody great hammer and they go. Just to make sure that it was the right way, they just take little bits off the edge just like that. There you go. Piece of eight. Beautiful. But there's only three. I suppose since you guys are in and you're going to keep them. Right. It's when I find mine, it'll be gold. Davy. I have some news about Ereka. Gal, you know. It's only something, boy. Why aren't you in school? So I think it must be some poor little rich kid sent to torment us. Doesn't your father have anything to say about you wandering about like this? He doesn't know. No, Davy. We like him. They're a nice old American boy. But will you please stay off our boat? I'll beat it. Just saw you in my pinch swear. That came from... It's that nice little boy again. See the coin. Where'd you get it? I have to give it back. Come on, Darby. You know, Bayman, we love you too. How good does that do us? Oh, we got it. Where? Are you sure you want me to tell you? I think I'm going about it. You're up in the hills and you know Bayman said to follow the stream, the ocean. That's the beach where we found it. Oh, it's stream. I don't know. It starts with me and Bob walk. Well, how do we get there? The Blue Danube goes right by. The Blue Danube goes right by. Rivers and they twist about like a bunch of snakes. And on the way, you can be sure you're on the right one. You have to part all the way down to the sea. That is a Samson hard. It was got a memo. Ain't no roads in the jungle. And also the boats out. So that means we have to walk on a wade in the walk. Any snakes? Snakes. I know snakes in Jamaica. But if you see one, you yell and I call for some help. Darby's gold coin must have been washed in shore from the wreck. Finding the bay would cut our search for the galleon in half. Over the falls, we had found the bay where the galleon sunk. Asper said there was no Blue Danube here and had gone to conjure up some transport, leaving us to mull over the problems of searching the bay. Can't be more than a mile out there. If we use that zodiac, we could operate from this beach easily. Yeah, why not? He'll keep charters almost up. Be a lot cheaper. Well, we could use vintage and live on the beach. I think that's a very... You know, if I rented a plane, I could make that bay in no time. How heavy is the magnetometer? It's about... Hey, Hugo! How heavy is the magnetometer? It's light enough. I think it'll work like a charm. I say let's get the plane. The cliffside lawn offered the only possible landing field. All 1100 feet of it. Claps full. Friction loose. Trim full back. Carbide on. And just a touch. How was flying a landing? It really got sticky once. Let's get this stuff aboard, okay? The magnetometer got you. In a very casual manner, I examined the undercarriage. It seemed okay. Rough as that landing field was, the old ruin called Folly made an excellent base camp. Where? A piece of cake. What if we hit one of those cows on landing? You got something against milk? By searching from the air, we could cut our time in half. Even from a plane, metal and up to 100 feet of water could be sensed by Joshua's magnetometer. Something solid, all right. Make a 180 and stand by. Right, Hugo. Word on the walkie-talkie. And Vic would have the Zodiac out to the position in short order. Being just a little too friendly. Smile real pretty. The reef was proving to be a ship's graveyard. One of them had to be the gallium. German gunboat. Circa World War I. Yeah, Josh, what do you want? Go 180, Hugo. Yeah, I know. Just mark it with a heavy buoy. These won't last the night. There's a wind coming up now. Okay, give us a bearing. We'll come right up. Isn't that falling on the right? We may just have found a... Prove it. What, no goal? That comes tomorrow. Hey, great. Yeah. Be sure to firm up that buoy. Could take weeks to find it again. Forty-five. Night house, zero, four, five. Dog rock, one, eighty-seven. Everything in blood is tied up. In other words, we're guilty and for proven innocence. Mr. Graham, you did violate the rental contract. What do you recommend? Go to court and have the injunction removed. No, that's really something. It's a lot of happy day. Everything we have is tied up. I'll try to get it on the court list as quickly as possible. They might even offer a set metaphor before it comes to trial. It's a rip. In the meanwhile, you can all look for jobs. Well, without work permits. Well, thanks anyway. Just a minute. Do you deep dive? Well, how deep? I'll call you. That afternoon, we got another body blow. The storm had taken out our buoy. We'd lost the galleon. I flew to Montego Bay to try to raise money. Seemed hopeless. And then we got the phone call. It was crazy. Salvage three coffins. Proof of death is required to collect insurance. Without the body, the law demands seven years. This client was in a hurry. Look, until the coffins are raised, my client can only offer expenses. Are you interested? If the conditions make it practical for us to dive, yes. I mean, why hasn't it ever been offered to a regular commercial salvage outfit? Well, a commercial salvage outfit would not be interested. Wouldn't I have to turn the coffins over to the insurance company? Yes. First, we'd have to find the bodies and produce them and declare them legally dead. Then my client can collect his inheritance. You see. Where is the ship? It's in Port Antonio, just off the reef where you've been diving. The manifest goes from Bolivian rock sculpture to baby's diapers. However, number two hold is a mixed cargo. Mainly cars, trucks, farm equipment. The coffins should be here, probably floating under the well deck. The question, do we want to get them out? Question, how much do they want to pay? Expenses, plus a thousand dollars on delivery per coffin. We want to get them out. The lawyer was right. The mastaba was just off the reef where we'd been diving. Clearly marked by a long, dark oil slip. Printed a workbook and a compressor. It was nice to have an expense account. However, the mastaba was completely different from diving on the shallower reef. She was in over 200 feet of water. No room for error. There it is. Now you're going to do this job? Exabi on the first grunt. Derby can go on the next one, won't they? Okay. Around 150 feet, the cold gray outline of the bridge appeared. We dropped from the short line to the well deck and its relative security. The eyes of the bridge, we dropped over the side of this 600 foot monster, eerily frosted by an inordinate amount of phosphorescent hycoids. The depth gauge showed a firm 180. Moving off, we found ourselves dwarfed by the huge funnel. Swam past the fate of Radio Shack. After more than two years, the empty daffodts bore witness to that final message and the order to abandon ship. I pointed out the debris- littered swimming pool and the powerful sparklights still maintaining their darkened vigil. But Zabi kept looking over her shoulder, grimly fascinated by the ocean-going barricade. One set of lifeboat falls after another. Where is some grinding of the dead hull? Made it impossible to believe that gaiety and laughter ever rying from these now dark or... I must admit, I was really scared down there. Well, that's understandable. It's a mean dive. But we need that money. Tomorrow we go for the coffins. Reg, not yet. As long as they have the salvage rights, this is their goal. They don't bother me. There's only a few coins. It's going to take time to find that chest. Nobody. That must stop us deep. Maxine has happened all the time. Nobody's going to move that deep until postmortem. Going out some more line on that, will you? I'd found a maintenance door on the port side of the center of number two hull. We opened it up. Following morning, we began the search for the three coffins. If they were floating, and at this depth, I fully expected them to be joined just that. The coffins would be relatively easy to find. However, if they had sunk, I knew we'd be in for a long search. And Josh had not agreed with me, but I'd refuse to use dynamite, and for good reason. If we once disturbed the cargo, we might lose all chances of finding the coffins. Anyway, I had no intention of trying to sharks in these waters. Dropping down the side of the massive hull, we went through a cold, thermant line. And a compulsive shiver ran through my body. Outside, all seemed quiet, ghost-like, but inside. Gabba had reached a very steep angle before making its final plunge into the deep, rupture of bulkheads, floating debris, and a shift of cargo. But loading nets was something else. You shouldn't have seen us riding this thing with a sled. At this time, the hull looked different. The cargo was shifting, and at any time, a few hundred tons could descend on us. And the possibility that there was another way to reach Josh. Just think I'd be that stupid. Yeah, I think you'd be that stupid. You're crazy! Put the thing down. Use your head. Get off my back. It's very simple. Pull the pin here, and we'll get a little closer to him. I'm going to lob this right out, and then right down to that boat. Oh, yeah. Listen, Xavi. There was no way we could get Josh out of there. We've gone over the plans and the loading of this ship until we know by heart. The only other way in there is through number one hole. And even if we could get in there, there's 300 tons of machinery piled on the after bulkhead. That's just the only chances the chance we'll take. Port Antonio and get the salvage toilet. Pull the truck clear. It's got doubles. It gives us about one hour. Let us and just a couple of you here to pick you out of the water. Just look at him like that, and we'll send out the whole fleet. Antonio, now these people don't have much time. Boat sand shadow. You may have to double it up in order to pull it up and truck it. Okay, hurry. The sand shadow was just what we needed, and obviously they could fill the aspirin. We went to work. We have to do is get the lines from Hoganado and Hallway. Well, then you've done all the work. There's no problem. I'll take Darby with me. He can run cover. I better go. No. Hey Darby, you're on cover for me. You don't mind? Sure, I've been down it all day, but people won't let me. They're drifting right out over the road. Don't wait, don't drop it. Don't drop it. I know, she'll drop it.