‘Last century, two convicts attacked an old settler not far from here — for his treasure. They thought he had some buried, from the wreck in the Deadwater’
‘The police dragged the Deadwater for the body of the old fellow but they never found him. They found another body though, snagged on a “ship’s boat”. That sounded like the lost longboat to me. No-one ever salvaged it.’
Gen was fascinated, ‘This might help with my research, Gran. Dad gave me an assignment to do on the holidays. It has to be about some historical aspect of the area.’
Gen wrote as much as she could remember about Harold’s cannon, the giant rudder and figurehead. Then she wrote about Aboriginal burials, the murder of the old man for his treasure and the longboat. Today the old ones had all talked about . . .
the wreck in the Deadwater.
‘I want to know more. We’ve got all the holidays. We could make a systematic search,’ Gen spoke to Jim.
Chrissie, Jim, Gen and Chatter stood in awe of the vast sparkling ocean. The clean, white beach curved into the mists in both directions.
Untold mystery, adventure and treasure right beneath their feet. Neither one of them could hardly wait to begin.