The Hunt For Atlantis

“They’ll make it,” Castille said, wishing he felt as confident as he sounded.

An unexpected harsh crackle cut through the mutterings of the Indians and the chatter of birds. It was coming from the abandoned packs.

“Survey team, do you read me? This is Perez. Do you read me? Over.”

The Indians reacted with predictable shock, jumping into defensive positions and aiming their weapons out past the perimeter of the village as if expecting an attack.

“Survey team, come in, come in, over.”

“If we can answer him, he can call in the helicopter,” di Salvo said under his breath. “With some support.”

“And guns!” Philby added, almost hopeful.

“If we can persuade them to hand us the radio,” said Castille. The Indians had now worked out where the sound was coming from, and were cautiously investigating the packs, prodding them with their spears.

“Survey team, I don’t know if you can hear me…” One of the tribesmen jabbed Castille’s pack, momentarily muffling the transmission. “…got company. I can hear at least one chopper, maybe two, approaching my position. They’re not ours, I say again, they are not our helicopters. Please respond.”

“Military?” Castille asked, concerned.

“I would have been told if they were planning any jungle operations,” replied di Salvo.

“Merde.” Castille had a horrible idea who might be in the helicopters. “Agnaldo, try to get them to bring us the radio. We need to-”

One of the Indians pulled out the walkie-talkie. Perez’s voice was now clearer. “Survey team, I see one of the choppers! It’s-Jesus!”

A piercing screech of static blasted from the speaker, the Indian dropping the radio in fright. Philby looked between Castille and di Salvo in confusion. “What just happened? What was that?”

Castille gave him a grim look, twisting to look in the direction of the river. A few seconds later, a sound like a distant clap of thunder reached them. “That was the Nereid exploding,” he said.

“What?”

“It’s Qobras. He’s found us.”

Chase checked his watch. “We’ve only got eighteen minutes left.”

“Then we need to keep moving,” said Kari. She took out the sextant arm. “Find where this needs to go.”

“Maybe we could just leave it here and pretend we put it back,” Nina said, not entirely joking.

“I think they might check,” replied Chase sarcastically.

“Well, it was a thought… Oh.”

They had reached the end of the passage.

Chase lifted the flashlight. Even its bright beam was almost lost in the huge room beyond.

“The Temple of Poseidon,” Nina whispered.

Chase stared in awe. “Bloody hell.”

By Nina’s estimate, the great chamber was two hundred feet long, half the length of the entire building, and nearly as wide. The vaulted stone ceiling, wreathed with gold and silver, rose like a cathedral roof, supported along its length by buttresses at the sides of the vast room. In each alcovelike space between the buttresses was a statue, glinting with the unmistakable color of gold. There were dozens of them, ranks of unimaginable riches.

But they were nothing compared to what had seized the attention of the three explorers. At the far end of the chamber, stretching to the very highest point of the ceiling nearly sixty feet above, was another statue.

Poseidon.

“My God,” said Nina as she walked towards it, any concerns about traps completely banished from her mind. “It’s just as Plato described it…”

“There was the god himself standing in a chariot, the charioteer of six winged horses, and of such a size that he touched the roof of the building with his head,’” recited Kari alongside her.

“You’d get a few quid for that on eBay,” Chase remarked.

“Those must be the hundred Nereids,” said Kari, ignoring him and pointing at a circle of much smaller statues around Poseidon’s chariot.

“Doesn’t look like a hundred to me,” Chase said as they headed for the giant statue.

“I bet there’s sixty-four of them,” said Nina. “In base eight, that would be the number as important as a hundred in base ten. Plato was using a word translated from a different numerical system, but the actual number it represented was different-”

“I count seventy-three,” interrupted Kari.

“What? Seventy-three?” Nina snapped incredulously. “What the hell kind of system would use seventy-three as an important number?”

“Nina? Seriously? We don’t care,” said Chase. “We’re here-now let’s do what we’ve got to do before we all get killed, okay?”

“Okay,” Nina pouted. “But it still doesn’t make any sense…”

Behind the massive statue was an opening leading to a flight of stairs. They ascended to find another chamber, smaller than the main temple, but even more elaborate-and extravagant. Although it was lower, the ceiling was vaulted to match the temple outside. But where that had been made from stone, this was something else.

“Ivory,” said Kari as Chase directed the torch upwards. She frowned. “According to Plato, the roof of the entire temple was meant to be lined with ivory…”

“This isn’t the Temple of Poseidon,” said Nina. “It’s a replica, a copy. The Atlanteans tried to re-create the citadel of Atlantis in their new home. I guess ivory was harder to come by here, so they made do with what they had… Whoa.” She came to an abrupt stop. “Eddie, give me the flashlight.” She snatched it from his hand. “We’ve found what we came for.”

She aimed the beam at the chamber’s rear wall. A warm reflected glow filled the room. Orichalcum.

The entire wall was coated with the metal, thin sheets inscribed with line upon line of ancient text. Nina quickly saw that it was another variation on the language, older, but no less advanced.

But that wasn’t what transfixed her attention. She played the torch over the large illustration dominating the wall, following the distorted but very familiar lines…

“Is that a map?” Chase said in disbelief.

“It’s the Atlantic,” Nina whispered. “And beyond.”

Although inaccurate in detail, the shapes of the continents were impossible to mistake. The eastern coasts of North and South America on the left, Europe and Africa on the right. And past Africa, the map continued around into the Indian Ocean, tracing the shape of India itself and even parts of Asia. Lighter lines connected various points, apparently charting courses between ports and marking routes to settlements inland.

Most of the lines converged on something in the eastern Atlantic, the shape of an island found on no modern map…

“Jesus.” For a moment, Nina felt as though her heart had stopped. “We’ve found it. Atlantis. Right where I said it was.”

“My God,” said Kari, stepping forward for a closer look. “You found it! Nina, you found it!”

“We found it,” Nina replied, sharing her delight. “We did it, we found Atlantis!” For a moment she almost whooped with glee-until the reality of the situation returned to her. “Eddie, how long have we got left to get back?”

“Fourteen minutes. The only bit that’ll be tricky will be getting back through those poles with the spikes-we can do it in eight, if we shift.” Chase moved away from the map, spotting something in the rear corner of the chamber.

“So we’ve only got six minutes left to explore? Shit. Shit!” Nina banged her clenched fists against her thighs in utter frustration. “I need more time!”