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At the height of its power in World War two, the Imperial Japanese war machine controlled much of the Far East. Their early, almost un-checked conquests allowed them to loot vast unrecorded hoards of treasure and huge amounts of gold bullion from the banks.
Consequently tons of gold and silver were buried, in one hundred and seventy five separate sites, including many of the deep caves, which litter the Philippines. The victorious American army eventually captured General Yamashita and seeking revenge for their defeat earlier in the war, the Americans put the General on trial for war crimes. Unsurprisingly, with some thirty five thousand Philippine civilians massacred, in the latter stages of the Japanese occupation, he was found guilty.
Unfortunately he was rather too hastily executed, and so the exact coordinates of the gold caches went to the grave with him. Tantalizingly some has since been recovered, but the location of the great majority remains a mystery to this day. Consequently the legend of 'Yamashita's Gold' still attracts scores of hopeful treasure hunters, from around the globe. GOLD SHARKS is the exciting story of one such attempt to uncover a fortune.
capacity, inexorably pushed back the increasingly demoralised Imperial armies. Well aware of the inevitable conclusion to the war, a growing number of leading political and military figures in the Japanese regime began to make new plans for their individual futures. On the main Philippine island. Luzon, a camouflaged convoy of heavily laden lorries ploughed and skidded its way through treacherous rain-drenched mountain passes, eventually descending into the bomb-damaged suburbs of Manila and
transfer the cargo. The commander meticulously completed his log entry, carefully noting the exact latitude and longitude of their meeting according to the navigator’s dead reckoning. He carefully added the same information to his personal maps of the Philippines. “Ready to commence transfer!” the petty officer on board the submarine called out to the commander who had just appeared on the conning tower platform, his leather map case strapped across his shoulder. “Carry on!” he confirmed,
hydrofoils used to splay out a large fishing trawl. About two metres long and about one metre wide, each had eight metres of twelve-millimetre chain attached. All attempts to move the heavy boards failed and their frantic attempts were sending up clouds of silt, which were clearly visible from the surface. John signalled Alex and swam back to the sledge where they had secured a coil of old nylon rope. Alex understood the meaning and swam back to help John towing the rope and made it fast to the
it’s not the money. You know very well that it’s the thrill of the chase and the urge to succeed that we love. That gold is down there somewhere, of that I’m certain. After all we did find the stuff they left behind on land, well at least some of it didn’t we?” He didn’t wait for a response. “It does mean that we would be starting with much more certainty of success, yes?” he reasoned with a wry smile. “But the odds of finding some treasure at the bottom of a shark-infested sea are pretty poor.
Are you receiving me?” Big J repeated. The first streaks of dawn had illuminated the morning sky; up until then the tug had been sailing without its navigation lights as it crept up to the slower cargo vessel. Now only metres away, the tug slowed to match the other’s speed. “I don’t know who you are or what you want but leave us alone,” came the Scottish accented reply. “We have received an SOS from your vessel. Is everything OK aboard?” Big J responded as planned. “Yes, yes we’re OK. Sorry