Ghost Ship

Catarina said, “I have to go to Ubatuba, Brazil for a conference on neurology. It’s only two days. I was thinking that maybe you would like to come with me?”

Sam thought about that for a moment.

Before he could respond, she said, “The diving is meant to be pretty spectacular. What do you think?”

Sam said, “I once heard a rumor that the San Rosa Celeste ran aground somewhere along the Brazilian coastline.”

Catarina arched an eyebrow. “And that is, who exactly?”

“According to legend, it was the crew of the San Rosa Celeste, a group of Spanish Conquistadors, who were the last to ever lay eyes on the Golden City of El Dorado. They were heading back to Spain with tales of a city of superfluous gold…”

She met his eye. A wry grin of incredulity forming on her lips. “You want to go hunting for El Dorado?”

Sam grinned. “Yes, but only if you want to come too.”

The End