"My hat is off to Admiral Sandecker," Nina said, eager to change the subject. "Suggesting that the treasure be put into an international fund to help rid the world of poverty and disease was an act of genius."
"The alternative would have been years of legal wrangling with no winners. Who were the owners? The descendants of the Phoenicians? The Romans? The Mexicans? The Guatemalans?"
"Or Christopher Columbus." Nina shook her head. "Ironic, isn't it? Like Halcon, his obsession with gold killed him."
"He wasn't in very good health even before he set sail, according to the autopsy. He might have died soon even if he never took his fifth voyage. At least this way he's become more famous than ever, whether he deserved it or not. Besides, I owe Chris one. If not for his obsessions we might not have met."
Taking Austin's hand in hers, Nina said, "If he only knew what would come from that voyage. Retrieving his body and the treasure will be the greatest archaeological project in history, with nations and governments all over the world cooperating. I can't wait to start work. He's done more in death to bring people together than he ever did in life. Too bad his legacy as the discoverer of America will be flawed."
"It doesn't seem to matter. I've seen the plans for the lavish tomb they want to build him in Madrid. They're bidding for his body in Washington and San Salvador, too."
"No one's suggested putting up a monument for those nameless Phoenicians and Africans who were the first to set foot in the New World," Nina said.
"Maybe they weren't the first."
She arched an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon. Do you have evidence to support that possibility Professor Austin?"
"Maybe. I took another look at the boat carvings. Do you remember the picture of the man hanging from a diamond-shaped object?"
"Yes. I thought it might be a god of some kind."
"I came at it from a different way. I wondered how the Maya managed to get a bird'seye view when they were laying out the pointers to the jaws of Kukulcan. I think they used huge kites."
"Flying Maya! That's a novel theory. Where would they have learned to do that?"
They were interrupted by the buzzing of Austin's cell phone. He dug it out of his waterproof pack and put it to his ear. His frown changed to a smile when he heard the voice on the line. He talked for a few minutes before hanging up.
"That was Angelo Donatelli calling from the hospital," he said. "He'll be out in a few days."
"It's a miracle he wasn't killed."
"More than a miracle. His cousin Antonio threw Halcon's aim off when he went for him."
"I'm glad. Mr. Donatelli sounds like a nice man from what you've told me."
"You'll get a chance to see for yourself. He's throwing a big family clambake at his Nantucket house. You're invited. Paul and Gamay will be there too."
"I'd love to come along."
"Good then, it's a date. Now would you like to hear the rest of my kite theory?"
Nina nodded.
"I think the Maya learned from the best kite fliers in the world. The Japanese."
She laughed. "I don't think I'll go there."
"Where would you like to go, then?"
Nina picked up the cell phone. "Someplace where you won't need this." She dropped the phone over the aide.
Then, removing her sunglasses, she smiled and her lush lips parted invitingly. Austin accepted the invitation, which was as warm and sweet as promised.
"How would you like to go below and, what did you call it? Stretch?" Nina whispered.
Without a word, Austin took her hand, led her to the spacious cabin, and shut the louvered doors on the world.. At least for a little while.