Seaspan

By Sharon Powers

Twenty-five years ago Jack and Kelly met. He can’t forget. She can’t remember. That’s because it hasn’t happened to her...yet. Kelly Reed leaves her tedious life in New York City to dive for a billion dollar sunken treasure in the Caribbean. During her first underwater exploration, she’s caught in a time warp and transported back in time twenty-five years. A group of scientists rescue her; scientists that are studying the area because they believe the rapid movement of the underwater currents can cause time travel. She mistakenly lets them know what she’s looking for and one of them becomes greedy. He wants her knowledge and kills a co-worker to get it. She escapes back to current time where she now finds several people have been anticipating her reappearance. One has grown from a boy to a man and has been waiting for her return to fulfill his boyhood fantasies of love. The others want the treasure and can’t find it without her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sharon Powers
• Release date: Aug 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311233073

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Seaspan

By Sharon Powers

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Sharon Powers

In memory of my parents Ed and Carol Reisner

They always loved a good book and a good movie, and had a lot to say about the ones they didn’t!

For information about the author visit:

http://www.MySeaBuddies.com

Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE The Beginning

CHAPTER 1 Life in the Big City

CHAPTER 2 Vacations are Over-rated

CHAPTER 3 Seaspan

CHAPTER 4 The Wait is Over

CHAPTER 5 Changes

CHAPTER 6 Peace, Interrupted

CHAPTER 7 Ransacked

CHAPTER 8 Truth

CHAPTER 9 Seahunt

CHAPTER 10 Reality

EPILOGUE There’s Always More

AFTERWORD

PROLOGUE

1969

Caribbean Sea

It’s a warm, sunny day in the waters off the quaint island of St. Martin. A small fishing boat sways with the motion of the current and pushes from the wind. Its three occupants are busy with their individual activities. Jack, an inquisitive boy of thirteen, is peering over the side anxiously looking into the water below. Eddy, a Rastafarian friend in his early twenties, has a fishing line out. His smile is bright and perfect as a pole rests on his lap. Jack asks eagerly, Do you really think she’ll show up, Dad?

Frank Myers, the boys’ intelligent and attentive father, sets down his April issue of Life magazine. If my theory is correct.

Jack looks up while adjusting his Hawaiian print jams. You’re an important scientist, it will be, he declares.

Frank raises his eyebrows. You have a lot of confidence in me.

Sure. You’re my dad, he says with great pride. Frank and Eddy share a smile with one another while Jack continues, What are you going to say to her?

Who? Frank asks.

Her… you know, Jack asks his dad.

I’ll probably start with ‘hello’.

Yeah, that’s good. Jack says, as he nods his head in agreement. He takes a moment to look more closely at the surrounding waters. You’re sure you’re in the right place?

My charts show we’re in exactly the same spot as last year.

Eddy lets out more line while he takes a swig on his beer. Jack returns to staring over the side of the boat. This is far-out, Dad.

Chuckling, Eddy looks at Frank, Yeah, mon. Far-out.

Dad?

Yes.

You’re right.

About what?

Her, and after a thoughtful pause, she’ll be here.

Eddy mumbles, But when?

The boat, KELLY, bobs back and forth as its occupants continue with their day.

1975

Caribbean Sea

It’s a warm, sunny day in the waters off the island of St. Martin. A small fishing boat sways with the motion of the current and push from the wind. Its three occupants are busy with their individual activities.

Now in college, Jack is wearing a Florida State University baseball cap, and is sitting on the worn-out upholstery. Eddy, sporting a pierced ear and missing a few teeth, is resting a beer on his belly as he fishes. An April issue of Life magazine is protruding from Frank’s rear pocket. He pushes a lock of grey hair from his eyes, as he peers over the side of the KEL Y. I think today’s the day. I can feel it.

The only thing you’re feeling, Dad, is the morning after effects of a good woman.

Eddy and Jack chuckle together as Frank says, No. No. No. It hasn’t been that long since… well… he scratches his head while he thinks. I guess you’re right, then takes a deep breath before continuing with, And I feel great.

Eddy can’t help but add, Yeah, mon. We know. We know!

Jack looks around at the ocean’s vastness. Dad, you thought last year was the year. And the year before that was the year. And the year before that. The boat interrupts with a loud creak. They’ve been doing it for so long, Jack’s not sure if he believes anymore.

Okay. I get the point, Frank admits.

Jack looks directly at him and asks, What if you’re wrong?

He replies, Me?

It’s been known to happen, Eddy comments.

We’ve been doing this for a long time, Dad and, so far she hasn’t shown up. Not even a sign. Nothing.

You got sometin better to do, mon?

Jack peers over to Eddy and replies, I wouldn’t call studying something better to do, as he readjusts his cap.

Frank states, We could do this for a hundred years and she might not show up, but then there’s the chance that she will. What if we’re not here when it happens? I don’t want to take that risk. I don’t think any of us do.

1988

Caribbean Sea

It’s a warm, sunny day in the waters off the island of St. Martin. Jack and Eddy, only Jack and Eddy, are in a sparkling new boat. JACK’S SPORTS IV is printed on the stern. They’re both sitting back, relaxing with their fishing lines out. Their rods are in holders leaving their hands completely free for beer consumption. Jack proudly wears a 1987 Iron Man Triathlon T-shirt. Eddy’s long dreadlocks hang heavy in his eyes as he reminisces, Tis not the same without your dad.

I know. Jack takes the last swig of his beer and grabs a new one for himself, opening it with his teeth.

Eddy’s amazed. How do you do dat?

Practice. Lots of practice, Jack comments. After a pause, he’s very serious. You don’t have to do this anymore. Dad’s gone. He’ll never know.

Eddy’s adamant. You’re wrong.

About what? Jack looks at his watch, taps it and holds it to his ear.

Your dad. Eddy peers towards the heavens and says, He’d know, and then back to Jack’s watch. You still got dat thing, mon?

Yeah. Looks like it’s finally given up on me. Can’t believe it’s lasted twenty years. Sometimes I can’t believe we’ve lasted twenty years. He looks at it again and then out to the vast ocean. We’re getting close, Eddy.

Why do you say dat, mon?

Because I want to believe it’s true. Jack runs his hand through his hair. "She’s like a fantasy for me. I can’t get her out of