Sea of Suspicion
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Carolyn Keene
Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books.
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Sea of Suspicion - Carolyn Keene
Chapter
One
MMMM, THIS IS the life, Bess Marvin said dreamily as she tied back her long blond hair with a scarf.
Renting a convertible was a great idea, Nancy."
Nancy Drew smiled and patted the steering wheel of the creamy white sports car she was driving. I thought a convertible would be fun to have for our drive to Key West,
she agreed.
Bess’s cousin George Fayne spoke up from the backseat, It’s also the ultimate tanning machine. Right, Bess?
Bess’s blue eyes twinkled as she reached for a bottle of sunscreen in the glove compartment. "You said it. We should have plenty of sun and fun on this vacation, she said, rubbing the lotion onto her shoulders.
Think of it—two whole weeks in Key West, Florida."
Nancy smiled at the thought. She, Bess, and George had landed at Miami International Airport early that morning. Now they were nearing the end of the five-hour drive to Key West, the last in a chain of tiny islands that stretched out like piano keys off the southern tip of Florida.
As soon as they reached the island, Nancy slowed down. The ocean drive was dotted with palm trees and old-fashioned, gingerbread houses.
I love these Victorian homes!
Nancy exclaimed.
With the help of a map they’d gotten from the rental company, the three friends soon found their way to the Sunset Cove Inn, a rambling old hotel that was nestled into a small bay. They checked into their room, which had a ceiling fan and lots of white wicker furniture. Glass-paned French doors opened onto a deck overlooking the sandy beach.
Bess walked out onto the deck. Smell the ocean,
she said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. I could spend the whole two weeks right here on this beach.
Forget it, Bess,
George called from inside the room. I’ve got the rest of the day planned for us.
George held up a guidebook as she and Nancy joined Bess on the deck.
That’s right,
Nancy said. We have a reservation on an island tour boat. In fact, we’ll have to hurry if we want to make it to the marina by two o’clock.
Bess groaned and flopped onto a lounge chair. Have you two forgotten that vacations are for relaxing?
she asked.
Come on, Bess,
Nancy coaxed. A little sight-seeing never hurt anyone.
Besides, this should be really exciting.
George had opened the guidebook and was reading from it. "We’re going on board a treasure-hunting boat called the Lady Jane. The owners give private tours to raise money for their expeditions."
Real treasure? Like gold and diamonds and stuff?
Bess suddenly sounded more interested.
George nodded. According to this book, there are at least two thousand sunken ships off the coast of Key West,
she said, brushing back her curly, dark bangs. And lots of them, they think, are old Spanish galleons that went down with treasure on board.
Just think of all that gold and silver under the sea,
Bess mused. "Now there’s a mystery for you, Nan."
No, thanks!
Nancy protested, and laughed. This trip is strictly R and R.
At eighteen Nancy’s sleuthing skills had already brought her fame as a detective. She had just finished solving an important case back in her hometown of River Heights. Now she was looking forward to taking a break from crime.
Nancy and her friends changed into shorts and T-shirts, stuffed jackets and extra gear into a bag and set off for the King Point Marina. Nancy drove very slowly to avoid a mishap with the many bicyclists. It seemed as if everyone preferred walking or bicycling to driving on the small island. In less than five minutes they were pulling into the parking lot of the marina, which lay just a mile down the shore from their hotel.
The marina was crowded with boats of all shapes and sizes, and in the harbor beyond, sails dotted the horizon.
There’s our boat, right over there,
George said. She pointed to a large vessel that was tied at a nearby slip. Its white hull was long—George estimated its length to be about fifty feet. The deck was covered with high-tech equipment.
Nancy could see a tall man and an ebony-haired woman working forward on the bow. The boat’s name, Lady Jane, was written across the stern in blue letters.
Ahoy!
George called out to a deeply tanned, muscular young man who was cleaning some scuba gear closer to them on the rear deck.
The young man raised his head at the sound of George’s greeting. He was about twenty-five years old, and was wearing cut-off jeans and a light blue shirt. His face brightened when he spotted George.
Hi there!
He smiled warmly at the girls. His hair had been bleached to light brown by the sun, and his eyes were green.
I’m looking for Sean Mahoney,
George said.
That’s me,
he replied, straightening up and stepping smoothly off the boat onto the dock. "Owner and skipper of the Lady Jane. What can I do for you?"
I’m George Fayne,
George replied. We spoke last week about your island tour.
George introduced Sean to Nancy and Bess. While they were talking, Nancy noticed that Sean kept glancing at George.
Let’s go on board. I’ll introduce you to the crew,
Sean said, touching George’s arm lightly. I was thinking of calling off today’s tour because a party of ten just canceled on me. It’s expensive to take the boat out for only a couple of people, but I guess I can make an exception in your case.
As Sean and George led the way, Bess nudged Nancy’s elbow. I can’t believe it. We just got here, and George has already dazzled a cute guy,
she whispered, grinning.
Nancy nodded. George and Sean really were hitting it off. She overheard them talking with mutual enthusiasm about scuba diving. As Nancy watched them together, she felt a slight tug at her heart.
Bess spoke knowingly, You’re missing Ned, right?
I am,
Nancy admitted with a sigh. Just a week earlier Ned Nickerson, her longtime boyfriend, had had to cancel his plans to go on this vacation because of a last-minute crisis at his summer job. I know he needed to take care of things at the insurance company, but I can’t help being disappointed,
she confided to Bess.
Bess gave her friend a quick hug. Well, let’s try to have a great time, anyway,
she said soothingly.
G’day, landlubbers!
Nancy turned to see an older man with a weather-beaten face smiling at them from a doorway that led below to the cabins. I’m Rusty Jones, ship’s cook and bottle washer,
he announced with a toothy grin. I hope you girls like conch chowder and Key lime pie, ’cause that’s what we’re having to eat today,
he said.
Rusty stepped forward to join the rest of the group on the deck, which was crowded with all sorts of diving gear and supply bags. As he approached, Nancy noticed that he walked with a slight limp.
Rusty’s what we call an ‘old salt,’
Sean said, glancing at the cook. He grew up sailing and boating around here. He used to be my best diver.
"I’d still be the best—if you’d let me prove it," Rusty replied with a trace of bitterness. He reached past Sean and picked up a supply bag that was overflowing with cooking supplies.
Rusty, we’ve been through this before,
Sean said quietly.
Sean thinks I can’t dive with this bum knee,
Rusty explained to the girls, hoisting the bag over his shoulder. But a fish swims without knees, and so can I.
Rusty turned away silently and disappeared back down the companionway leading to the galley.
Sean seemed to be embarrassed by the cook’s remarks. I know Rusty thinks I’m unfair not to let him dive, but he has bad arthritis,
he said uncomfortably. He just can’t dive safely anymore.
Nancy spotted a tall, rangy man making his way back to them from the bow. She recognized him as the man she’d seen working up there a couple of minutes earlier. He had pulled a cap on over his close-cropped hair now.
This is my first mate, Zach Hardwick,
Sean said when the man reached them. Zach had pale gray eyes that seemed bleached of all color by years in the sun.
Zach nodded to the girls, then said to Sean, I’ll get the engine started.
He added something else in a whisper, but Nancy could make it out: I hope we don’t have any trouble today.
Sean only answered him with a glare. Zach shrugged and turned