âHey Caitir, what are your plans for today?â Evan asked, a little too casually.
Caitir looked up from her books and raised an eyebrow. Evan leaned against the table, obviously trying very hard to look nonchalant, but Caitir could see that he was practically quivering with excitement. She shrugged. âNot much. Itâs a book day. My advisorsâs still at the conference, so I wonât be getting out into the field for a while. I figured I ought to get caught up on some of these new papers.â Caitir eyed her fellow grad student as she spoke, wondering what mischief he was planning on getting them into today.
Evan scoffed. âCaught up? Like youâd ever fall behind on anything. Youâre making the rest of us look bad, you know,â he said, smiling that disarming smile of his. Caitir found herself returning it. Evan was like that. Everything about him was genuine and unselfconscious; he was such a profoundly good-natured person that it was hard not to respond to it. And he seemed to actually enjoyâseek out, evenâCaitirâs company. Even now, after almost nine months, it still caught her off guard. Normally a solitary person, Caitir hadnât yet quite figured out what to make of Evanâs attentions.
âIt sounds like you have an alternate activity in mind.â
Evanâs grin widened. âWell⊠It turns out that the hurricane uncovered a wreck site about an hour and a half down the coast. An old one. The dig team gets in tomorrow, but it is currently,â he paused for dramatic effect, âunsupervised.â
Caitir gave him a flat stare. âWhat are you suggesting, Evan?â
âIâm suggesting we strap on our snorkel gear and go check it out!â he burst out, unable to contain his enthusiasm any longer.
âEvan! We canât just go poking around like that. We could compromise the site!â She tried to sound shocked and disapproving like a good archaeologist, but she didnât manage it very well. An ancient shipwreck was an exciting find, and Evan was offering her a chance to see it while it was still pristine. This could get them in all sorts of trouble, but it was a hard offer to pass up.
âOh, come on, Cat, I know you want to. Donât give me that holier-than-thou rubbish, I can see right through you.â
Caitir looked coolly at him for a few long seconds, then sighed and pushed the stack of papers away. âOkay, I give up, youâve got me. If anyone in the department finds out, though, Iâm totally blaming you.â
âDeal. But if I get booted from the university and sent home in disgrace, you totally owe me dinner.â
Caitir smiled again despite herself, and blushed.
Evanâs pickup jounced and shuddered over the narrow dirt track. They had left civilization behind about half an hour ago, and it was a rough ride over the wild heath. âChrist, Evan, this is really in the middle of nowhere.â Caitir absentmindedly fiddled with her cell phone, but they were way out of reception range. âHow did anyone even find this wreck?â
Evan chuckled. âDonât ask me! Iâm just the middleman. If anyone knows, itâs Beth. I heard about it from her in the first place, and sheâs always up on all the departmental gossip. Iâoh!â he said suddenly, as they crested a ridge. âHere we are!â The jagged, rocky coastline stretched out before them, sullen and faintly sinister in the overcast weather. It all looked the same to Caitir, but Evan had been out here already and apparently he knew what he was looking for.
It took almost another half hour to scrabble down the hillside and pull on their wetsuits and snorkel gear. By then the wind had picked up slightly, and the clouds had darkened with the threat of rain. Evan looked up at the sky disapprovingly. âWell⊠the weather doesnât look too good. Even if it holds we ought to be out as soon as the tide starts to turn. The water will get rough on the rising tide, and it can be pretty dangerous.â
Caitir nodded. She was glad she was an experienced diver: this was definitely not a trip for novices. As she gazed out across the choppy waters, she felt a momentary flash of trepidation. This was dangerous, and they were out here alone, out of cell phone range and a long drive from help. Evan had more dive hours logged than anyone else she knew at the university, and Caitir herself had always had an uncanny affinity for the water, but she couldnât quite suppress the feeling that this was a bad idea.
But she was too curious and too committed now, and the little voice of caution went unheeded.
The wreck lay close to shore in a deep depression in the sand. Caitir marveled at the improbability of it: what were the chances of the rocks being placed just so, directing the currents of the hurricane-churned waters precisely there, to gouge away the sand and uncover a ship that had lain buried for perhaps hundreds of years? That someone had, furthermore, somehow stumbled upon it on this wild stretch of coastline was nothing short of miraculous.
The water was turbulent, so visibility was poor, but it was shallow enough that they could get a pretty good look at the wreck. Most of it was still buried, and boats werenât Caitirâs specialty anyway, but it certainly wasnât a modern ship. It looked like whoever had come across it might get lucky: this could be a really significant find. As they swam, Caitirâs mood began to improve, lifting as the weather took a turn for the better. The nagging sense of apprehension faded.
It seemed like hardly any time at all had passed when Caitir came up to the surface for a moment and saw Evan waving at her. âThe tideâs coming in!â he hollered across the waves. âA few more minutes, then we should get going!â Caitir gave him a thumbs-up. The minutes passed. Caitir could feel the currents growing stronger, and she was just about to turn back to shore when something caught her eye. A small flash, like light reflecting off dull metal. She ought to just leave it, she thought. Even if it was an artifact, she didnât dare pick it up. She did not want to have to tell her advisor that sheâd been poaching someone elseâs site. ButâŠ
âCat! Come on!â Evan shouted when she surfaced again.
âJust another minute, Evan!â she called back. âI saw somethingâI wanna check it out!â She dove before he could respond, so if he protested, she never knew.
The glint of metal had come from near the edge of the wreck site. She swam in the direction she thought sheâd seen it andâthere! There it was again! Nestled into the crags of one of the rocky islets that were strewn all up and down the shore. Caitir swam eagerly towards it. As she approached, though, she encountered a problem: the rocks made the currents faster and much more unpredictable. With the tide coming in, she had to fight to stay on course. Her earlier unease returned, stronger than ever, and she almost gave up. But the mysterious glint had taken a powerful, almost unnatural hold on her curiosity, and she found she couldnât bear to turn away. Not yet.
Closer and closer she struggled, now using nearly all her strength just to keep from being bashed against the rocks. Her lungs burned with the effort of holding her breath for so long, but she was almost⊠thereâŠ
She spotted the object. A mirrorâŠ? she thought, puzzled. Caitir reached for it, andâ
Everything seemed to happen all at once. An immense surge of water hit her, dragging her along as helplessly as a scrap of seaweed. She snatched at the mirror, grasping blindly as the wave slammed her violently into the wall of stone. Dazed, panicked, and disoriented, she couldnât stop her bodyâs involuntary reaction to the shock: she gasped for breath, and choked on seawater.
Dark water swirled all around her, and she couldnât tell which direction was up any longer. There was a strange sensation, almost like falling, like she was being dragged into some terrible sucking void. A rip current? she thought in sudden terror, the mirror utterly forgotten. The pull was irresistible. And the water, the water was everywhere, surrounding her, ensnaring her, choking her. Caitirâs consciousness flickered, but that did not spare her from the horror of realizing that she was going to die.
Her last thought was of Evan. She felt a stab of guilt, thinking about how much trouble she would get him in if she drowned. Then darkness closed in.