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that Floyd didn’t hear a word of it. It might be a crackpot idea but he had no choice. He couldn’t have just stayed in his hole all the time. He had to take whatever opportunity the universe sent his way.
    ‘This stone can do a lot for us, Devlan.’
    ‘Yeah. It could.’
    A loud silence passed between them. Floyd’s eyes were jittering with excitement, but Devlan couldn’t pick up on anything else in them.
    ‘If the miracle happens and we find the thing,’ Devlan added, and then felt the hairs on his neck stand up as he remembered Floyd’s other strange quirks of fortune.
    ‘Okay, I’ve got to go now,’ Floyd said as he stuffed his bony hands into his coat pockets. ‘Got some calls to make. Make sure you charge your phone up. I’ll be in touch.’
    Floyd walked back to his office while Devlan gazed towards the murky sea that had swallowed this infamous pirate ship.
    ‘Do a lot for us?’ he said to himself. ‘You don’t know what I know.’
     
    Chapter 1.5
     
    Once Michael had coaxed the reclusive Eddie out of his room, the four of them made their way down to The Waggon and Horses . It was the closest pub to the flat and the first place they would go to on any pub-crawl. Often they would stay there all night, especially if they were having another pool contest.
    ‘I shouldn’t be out tonight,’ Michael was twittering on as he walked next to Danny, ‘I still have that essay to conclude. Been difficult, hasn’t it?’
    ‘Has it?’ Danny replied blankly.
    ‘Did you finish yours yet?’
    ‘Finish what?’
    ‘Someone’s clearly with it tonight. What’s up?’
    Danny made a little mental rewind. ‘The essay? Yeah, I finished it.’
    Whilst Michael’s main subject at college was Journalism, one of his modules was shared by Danny’s course. Their passion for classic literature was one of many things the two friends had in common.
    One thing they did differ on was their clothing. Danny would often be wrapped up in scruffy, swarthy shirts, while Michael was usually to be found wearing his white blazer that made him look a bit like James Bond. He was always dressed smartly, as Catholics often seemed to be.
    ‘Wow. There is someone home after all,’ Michael said.
    ‘I was miles away.’
    ‘I can tell. So, that’s not like you. You usually leave them to the last minute.’
    ‘I wanted to get it done,’ Danny replied, but he knew there was a lot more to it than just that. He’d been a reasonable student in the first year but since September Danny had excelled. He’d found himself so full of inspiration, answers coming to his mind quickly and sharply. Danny saw the purpose in every little thing he did, and he knew the cause of it all.
    The young student wanted to stand out, to be the best that he could become. He wanted to become much better than average. All so that she might notice him. So that she might look at him and find him desirable. Perhaps Danny could become an even better person than her boyfriend Samuel Allington.
    Within Danny’s endless dreaming, amongst those waking fantasies where he was sharing a life with Stella, waking up next to her, sitting in front of the television deciding what channel to watch, he nurtured a hope that one day Stella would split up with Samuel. They’d been going out for years. Could it be that it was time for their romance to come to an end?
    Up ahead from them, Larry turned round and noticed that they were lagging behind. ‘Come on, guys! Hurry up! By the time we get there the pool tables won’t be dead anymore!’
    ‘We’re coming!’ Michael shouted. He turned back to Danny. ‘What do you think? Diamond giving Eddie a team talk already?’
    ‘I think Larry knows we’re going to beat them this time.’
    They arrived at the pool tables before the influx of other students came to drink away their loans. Larry put some fifties down to stake their claim on the table for the evening.
    ‘Best of five?’ Larry asked as he began to rack up the first