Characters
Dr Jeremy Huddleson: An archaeologist who is trying to find a sunken pirate ship near England
Nate Marshall: A young archaeologist examining a sunken pirate ship
Sam Marshall: His smart brother
Mr. Patterson: An English sailor/ missionary who the Marshall’s become friends with
Mrs. Patterson: His wife who is a wonderful cook
Jack Patterson: Their only son and Jessie’s best friend
Sally Patterson: Their oldest daughter who is a sweet, motherly girl
Aggie Patterson: 
Ann Patterson:
Christy Patterson: A shy little girl who has a mischievous streak
Emily Patterson: Her twin sister who is fully mischievous
Kally Patterson:
Joni Patterson:
Kaylee Patterson:
Doug Mason: A young man who helps the Marshall’s by letting them use his boat
Alice: A librarian who is letting the Marshall’s stay in her library

Chapter One...Kidnapped!
Early April Late 1900s
A cool salt breeze blew over the small yacht and thin fog whipped past. Waves lapped at the yacht's sides in a soothing sound. The dark figure surfaced by the bow of the ship and waited a minute before climbing aboard.
Once on board the man, dressed all in black, noiselessly crept toward six scuba tanks that where resting against the yacht’s starboard side. To get to the tanks the man would have to walk right past the gang way, the only problem with that was that he knew one of the ships occupants was a very light sleeper. One noise and he was done for.
The lapping water seemed ten times louder in the still night air; also his heart was hammering so hard he was certain the lapping or his heart pounding would wake the occupants up at any moment. Forcing himself to breathe he took a step forward, and then another. Halfway to the tanks he heard a creak that, to him, sounded like a cannon going off.
He was about to make a dive over the yacht’s side, however when he did not hear anything else he continued to the tanks. It seemed to take him years to reach them, and when he did he felt as though he had aged ten years.
Kneeling down the man removed his long knife from its sheath, it flashed in the moon light and he hoped no one saw it. When he found the tank he had been looking for he began to cut through the hose. Not deep enough for anyone to notice but deep enough to accomplish his propose.
Once he was done he sheathed his knife and quietly slipped over the yacht’s side. Now all he had to do was wait for morning, then he could accomplish the second part of his plan, that is if the first part worked.

*Stands up and bows* Ladies and gentlemen, I present part two in the tale, The Lord is my Shepherd

Berlin was bustling in spite of the bitter wind that whipped between the buildings. A light snow had started to fall about an hour ago and as the hour passed it came down heavier. In no time the streets and sidewalks where covered with a couple inches of snow.
On the roads cars and wagons slowly drove through the snow. On the side walks foot passengers where scurrying about, bent into the wind with the coats closely buttoned and umbrellas opened they all seemed to have the same intention, get out of the cold!
However, one very odd man seemed to be taking his time, and for his slowness was getting bumped into a great deal. He was a tall, lanky young man, and was dressed in a pair of brown pants, tall boots, a heavy overcoat, and a hat that was pulled down low over his sharp hazel eyes. As he walked he kept his eyes and ears open and saw and heard a great many things that everyone else missed in their haste.
“Have you heard the Great International Bank of Berlin was robbed last night?” A man said to his companion as they passed the young man.