arms bent up. And next to it was an upside-down âU.â
Morgan held it close to his face and stared at the strange symbols.
Then his eyes moved to the tapered end. And there the shell had been inscribed with two letters, also in black ink. The agesâthe centuriesâhad erased neither the symbols nor the initials that had been inscribed there.
The initials consisted of two letters. And when Morgan saw them, his mouth dropped open.
The letters were âEâT.â
Robideau looked over Morganâs shoulder. âI get itâET, phone home!â he said with a big grin, pretending to raise a telephone to his ear.
âYou idiot!â Putrie said, shaking his head in disgust. âDonât you understand what that means? EâT?â
Robideau was still unenlightened.
âEdward Teach, you moron.â
Morgan held the shell up in front of his face, gazing at the symbols, then over at the initials, then back to the symbols that had been inscribed in the shell in front of him. Then he noticed, in even smaller print at the other end of the seashell, a date: âOct. 11, 1718.â
âWell, well,â he said with a smile. âWe got ourselves something here.â
Robideau reached out to touch the shell, but Morgan pulled it away, and pointed his finger directly in Robideauâs face.
âNo one touches this shell. That means you.â Then he turned to Putrie and added, âAnd that means you. Nobody touches this shell except me.â
When Morgan finished saying that, he had, unconsciously pulled the seashell to his chest, clasping it tightly over his heart.
âNobody touches thisâexcept me,â he added with a guttural whisper. âNobody.â
11
J ONATHAN J OPPA HAD BEEN THINKING about his son, Bobby, all day. His relationship with the twenty-year-old was never far from his mind. It was a constant source of frustration and despair.
Joppa had tried to call his son twice during the day, but had only gotten his voice mail at his small Kitty Hawk beach shack.
As soon as Joppa got home from the church that day he called his son again. This time he got through.
âHey, Bobby, this is Dad,â he said, trying to sound upbeat. âHow are you?â
âFine.â
âLook, I checked the listings, and the Yankees are playing the Orioles tonight. I know youâre a big Yankees fanâI never could talk some sense into you about the Yankees!â Joppa said, trying to turn the conversation into a joke.
But it didnât work. There was silence on the other end.
âSo, how about it?â Joppa continued. âIf youâre not doing anything tonight, why donât you swing by and watch the game over at my place? Iâll get a bunch of junk food. Itâll be fun.â
There was a long, pregnant pause on the other end. Then his son spoke up.
âIâve got some stuff going on tonight. Iâm busy.â
âWell, you donât have to make it for the whole game. If you want to swing by anytime tonightâ¦â
There was another pause, and finally Joppa decided to fill the silence.
âLook, Bobby, Iâd just like to see you. Like to hang out together.â
âIâve got a lot going on,â Bobby said unenthusiastically.
âItâs just that we really havenât talked, not really. Not spent much time together sinceâ¦â And with that, Joppa considered whether or not hewanted to broach the subject. Why not, he thought to himself. Iâve got to break through somehow .
âThe last time we really had any kind of conversation was six months ago when you were in rehab. That didnât go very well. I know you think that I was strong-arming you. Getting you admitted for drug treatmentâ¦â
âThe discussion on that is closed,â Bobby said with a clipped voice. âYou did what you had to do. Iâm going to do what I got to do. Iâm trying to live my life
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