The Eye of the Tiger
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The deep. The deadly. The damned...
For a thousand years, an unimaginable treasure has rested on the bottom of the Indian Ocean, hidden by swift blue currents, guarded by deadly coral reefs, and even deadlier school of man-eating great white sharks. Harry Fletcher, a former soldier turned fisherman, is now being pulled into a murderous mystery by men willing to kill and a beautiful woman willing to lie for what rests far beneath the sea. Now, Harry has no choice but to enter full bore into an international battle to raise an extraordinary object from the deep. Because possessing this treasure isn't just about getting rich--it's about staying alive... in Wilbur Smith's The Eye of the Tiger.
over the stern and disappeared. His regular breathing burst in a white rash below the stern, then began to move off towards the reef. Guthrie paid out the bodyline after him. I kept Dancer on station by using bursts of forward and reverse, holding her a hundred yards from the southern tip of the Break. Slowly Jimmy’s bubbles approached the yellow marker, and then broke steadily beside it. He was working below it, and I imagined him fixing the empty airbags to the object with the nylon slings.
in his courting gear – rodeo boots and all – but he was strangely subdued and not alone. The lass with him was the young nursery grade teacher from the government school down near the fort. I knew her well enough to exchange smiles on, the street Missus Eddy had summed up her character for me once. ‘She’s a good girl, that Judith. Not all flighty and flirty like some others. Going to make some lucky fellow a good wife.’ She was also good-looking with a tall willowy figure, neatly and
pneumatic bosom. ‘Mister Harry,’ she cooed and fussed me, ‘I went down to the wharf to see the fish you hung yesterday.’ Then she turned still holding me and shouted at one of her counter girls, ‘Shirley, you get Mister Harry a nice cold beer now, hear?’ I hauled out my roll. The pretty little island girls chittered like sparrows when they saw it, and Ma Eddy rolled her eyes and hugged me closer. ‘What do I owe you, Missus Eddy?’ From June to November is a long off-season, when the fish do not
people. It’s a weakness of mine.’ ‘Did he die – I mean, was it like they said in the newspapers? ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘It was like that.’ ‘Did he ever tell you what they were doing out here?’ I shook my head. ‘They were very cagey – and I don’t ask questions.’ She was silent then, dipping long tapered fingers into her glass to pick out a slice of pineapple, nibbling at the fruit with small white teeth, dabbing at her lips with a pink pointed tongue like that of a cat. ‘Because Jimmy liked and
right – and very interesting. The court of inquiry gave a verdict of “pilot error” and Bryce resigned his commission. His career was destroyed by that verdict. He decided to earn his own retirement annuity and also to clear his reputation. He was going to force the US Navy to buy back its “killer whale” missiles and to accept the evidence of the flight recorder.’ I was going to ask a question, but again Sherry stopped me with a gesture. She did not want her recital interrupted. ‘Jimmy had done