Kang's Treasure and the Ghost of Tangolan ( )

The Catch Scarlet Queen Philip Carney Master position two degrees 40 minutes north 125 degrees 37 minutes east wind brisk sky fair remarks departed tangy islands after fulfillment of promise reason for promise Kang's treasure in the ghost of Tango land it was three days out of Baselan following the final sailing orders from my employer Kooji Kang that we

raised the smoking island of Tango land. It's a volcanic island, eight miles square and uninhabited, rimmed by coral reef, its active crater grumbling intermittently and spewing out thick gaseous smoke that hangs continually over the vicinity in a thick cloud. Reminded me of Iwo Jima, the most unpleasant island in my world, with its jumbled heaps of black sand and the complete lack of vegetation.

But it was this island that had been drawing us like a magnet of thousands of miles of ocean. It was here that the Scarlet Queen would perform the duties she was originally built to perform.

It was here that I'd live up to the agreement I'd signed with Kang over a year ago. I would at last seize the historical $10 million treasure lifted out of the scuttled Chinese junk. I'd see it resting finally in the hold of the Scarlet Queen.

More than tip of the island and saw the last of the sun as it disappeared behind the pall of smoke. The constant evening gloom that it caused added to the feeling of loneliness. I was alright with me because loneliness was just what we needed at this point.

The feeling was fine, but it didn't last long enough. My crewman, Nielsen, who was on lookout broke the spell just as we approached the only reek passage marked on our chart. Hey, the wheel! What do you got, Nielsen?