I held the map under his shaking hand. He pointed to a patch of green off the west side of the island. He slid his finger down a ridge of coral running into the shore. There was a small set of black dots marked ‘Cow Skull Bay’.
“There, the plane is there. I saw it go down in the storm. It was night. They all drowned in the surf.I buried them. I was the only one.”

Soper’s Hole, Tortolla, British Virgin Islands, Karen and Amanda, the owners of the dive boat Marshall Tucker are facing ruin. A man arrives looking to hire a boat to take him to the island of Anegada. Dive tours to the shallow reefs of the island are off limits, the outer reaches of Horseshoe reef hold the ruins of ships all the way back to the 1400’s. The money is enough, and the promise of a portion of gold treasure is irresistible. But the deal soon grows teeth. The mysterious Robin arrives with a bag full of untraceable cash, black boxes of cargo arrive and float through BVI airport customs without a glance. Stories of a long lost DC-3 dope plane out of Colombia begin to surface. Amanda and Robin feel the sand shifting under their feet but they have no alternative but to see this through.