Five weeks since the strange e-mail had passed and Paul and Gina had wrapped up their dig and had gotten in touch with their good friend Mack Cauldwell. Mack, six foot three and slightly balding, was independently rich, owned his own diving boat, and lucky for them, was currently looking for a new venture to sponsor. It hadn't taken much prompting from his old friends to get him to join the adventure.
Another lucky sign, was that Mack, his wife and shipmate, Celia, were on a wild goose chase in Tanzania, Africa and agreed to meet them at Farfangana, a small port outside of Madagascar. According to Paul's sources, Atlantis should be just off a small island to the east of there.
Having met their friends at the port, now gliding over the waves of the brillant blue Indian Ocean, a toast was in order for old friendships and new adventures.
"Here's to clear sailing.", said Celia, raising her wine glass to the sun.
"Here's to not getting seasick.", Gina said sincerly.
"Here's to actually finding something and recouping some of my lost funds.", Mack said, half joking, half serious.
"Here's to the two most beautiful women, and to conquering the lost city of Atlantis."
They all said here, here and drank down their wine.
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