Читать книгу The Stone of Kuromori - Jason Rohan - Страница 11

‘No move!’

Kiyomi looked up to see Captain Mike pointing a flare gun at Matt.

‘My boat,’ he barked. ‘I boss.’

‘Not any more,’ Dwayne said, pulling out a heavy knife and brandishing the tip in the captain’s direction.

‘Kenny, don’t do anything stupid!’ Kiyomi warned.

‘As if,’ Kenny said, his body straining under the weight of the dive equipment.

Charles rounded on Matt. ‘What’s going on? If this is a hijack, we have nothing of value. I let you have a lift as a favour and –’

‘Cool it, Gramps!’ Matt yelled back. ‘Or should I say “Professor”?’

Charles flinched. ‘How do you –?’

‘Oh, please. Just cos I pump iron doesn’t mean I’m stupid. There aren’t that many gaijin in Japan. First thing I did was check the hotel register to find your name. A quick Google search and I knew exactly who you were.’

‘A history professor coming all the way down here to check out the ruins only means one thing,’ Dwayne chimed in. ‘Treasure.’

‘Oh, don’t be absurd,’ Charles started.

‘Then why did we hear you talking about a jewel on the bottom of the sea, huh?’ Matt challenged.

Charles raised his hands in a calming gesture. ‘Kiyomi, put your knife on the deck and kick it over to Dwayne. Matt, take your finger off the trigger. We don’t want any accidents, do we?’

Kiyomi glowered at Matt. ‘You’re lucky,’ she said. ‘This time last month, I’d have been mad enough to see how good you are with that thing.’ She stooped and sent the sheathed knife skittering across the planks. Dwayne stopped it with his foot.

Matt lowered the speargun. ‘You’d be dead then. I never miss.’

Captain Mike swore in Japanese and put the flare gun back in its case.

‘Here’s how it’s gonna be,’ Dwayne said. ‘Me and the kids are going for a swim. They’re going to show me where this treasure is and in return I’ll make sure they get back up here safely.’

‘And I’m going to stay on deck with Britney here’ – Matt patted the speargun – ‘to make sure no one tries anything cute.’

‘But what if there’s no treasure?’ Kenny asked, sweat plastering his hair to his head.

‘Let’s just say we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.’

‘I told you we couldn’t trust those meatheads,’ Kenny griped while Kiyomi gave his equipment a final check.

‘Really? You think now is a good time for I told you so?’ she fumed. ‘Put your regulator in and start breathing.’ Kenny pulled down his mask and waddled to the edge of the dive platform. ‘Here’s where normally you take a big stride into the water, but in this case . . . Eyes on the horizon!’ Kiyomi planted a foot firmly against Kenny’s backside and pushed.

‘AAAAGH!’ Kenny grabbed his mask and regulator to hold them in place before plunging into the sapphire sea amid a cloud of white bubbles. Water flooded into his mask and he kicked upwards, thrashing to the surface before he remembered he could breathe.

Kiyomi splashed down beside him, rose and gave a thumbs-up signal in the direction of the boat. Captain Mike waved in acknowledgement and raised a red flag with a diagonal white stripe to signal to other vessels that divers were down.

Dwayne jumped in and bobbed alongside, while Kiyomi showed Kenny how to clear his mask by blowing air into it. She adjusted the air in his buoyancy jacket until he barely floated, and then gave the thumbs-down sign to descend.

Taking Kenny’s hand, Kiyomi released some air from her own jacket and then lowered her head to swim downwards. Kenny copied her movements and the divers kicked gently through the clear water.

Kenny forced himself to relax. It took all of his effort not to sweep his arms and kick his legs as he would for normal swimming. Here, he was weightless, gliding beneath the tropical sea. The only sound was the hypnotic rhythm of his breathing. Shafts of sunlight lanced down from above, illuminating sparkling shoals of fish. A huge leatherback sea turtle laboured upwards, close enough for Kenny to see the barnacles growing on its shell, and a glittering curtain of glassfish exploded into mirror-like fragments as the divers approached, re-forming after they had passed.

As they descended further, Kenny felt an uncomfortable feeling building in his ears. Remembering his training, he pushed air into his pinched nose and waggled his jaw. His ears popped just as a shadow fell across his back. Twisting his head upwards, Kenny saw the unmistakable bullet shape of a large shark.

Dwayne continued to lead the way, glancing back from time to time to make sure that Kiyomi and Kenny were keeping up. He pointed and, in the distance, Kenny could see a dark, angular form rising up from the seabed. Even from here he could discern stone blocks and massive terraced steps, like the sides of a truncated Mayan pyramid.

As they drew closer, the features of the underwater ruin became more distinct. Kenny could make out a standing pillar, narrow channels, a road of sorts, platforms, stairs – and more sharks. Thousands of adult hammerhead sharks were circling lazily round the edifice like a slow-motion tornado, funnelling upwards. Everywhere Kenny looked, he saw stubby, twig-like shark silhouettes revolving as if on guard.

Dwayne released more air from his buoyancy jacket and cruised down to the seabed, gesturing for Kiyomi and Kenny to follow. He glided along the bottom, kicking up sand with each stroke of his flippers, and led the way beneath the sharks to the south side where a crude staircase appeared to have been cut into the rock.

He motioned for Kiyomi to take the lead and in reply she circled a finger to indicate a loop around the ruins. Still holding Kenny’s hand, Kiyomi led them in an anticlockwise circuit of the city. They passed a huge star-shaped slab which resembled a turtle, a small triangular pool, twin pillars that looked as if they had come from Stonehenge and a partly eroded stone face.

By now, Kenny had forgotten everything except the scene around him. He turned his head in every direction, drinking in the wonder of the underwater world. Questions crowded into his mind. Who or what could have built such a structure? Did it sink or was it always underwater? Was it part of an ancient civilisation or just an odd natural formation?

He could see why it would be fascinating for treasure hunters, but was there any actual treasure? If so, what hope did they have of finding it? Yet why else would Susano-wo have sent them here?

Kiyomi gave his hand a sharp tug and pointed upwards. Kenny looked. All he saw was the silhouette of the giant turtle still cruising above, a black shadow against the bright surface. And then it hit him: he could only see the turtle. Where had all the sharks gone? Kenny’s stomach lurched. What could scare off a thousand sharks?

The answer came from the middle distance: a cluster of silvery dots growing larger with each passing second. Kiyomi looped her fingers into Kenny’s weight belt and hauled him backwards. She pointed to a narrow chasm behind a rectangular boulder and kicked towards it.

Dwayne glided away to take a better look at the rapidly closing objects. Not liking the look of them, he unsheathed two wicked-looking combat knives and held them ready.

The approaching objects sharpened into five-metre long metallic blue cylinders with stabilising fins, dead black eyes and gaping mouths crammed with hooked teeth: mako sharks.

Kenny took a last look and gasped, almost ejecting his breathing regulator, as Kiyomi yanked him into the fissure. As if a hunting pack of mako sharks wasn’t terrifying enough, each predator was carrying some kind of humanoid creature on its back. It was only a split-second glimpse, but Kenny saw grey skin, pointed heads and jagged spears in hands, all bearing down on the hapless Dwayne.

Kiyomi wriggled her way as deep as she could into the dark crevice. Kenny followed blindly, bumping his face into Kiyomi’s shoulder and dislodging his mask. Salt water flooded in. He was about to clear his mask when he felt Kiyomi’s steely grip on his hand. Squinting through the seawater stinging his eyes, he saw Kiyomi holding her breath and stabbing a finger upwards. A cloud of silvery air bubbles was rising from his exhaust valve, as obvious as a smoke signal.

Kenny concentrated for a moment, summoning his ki, and imagined one large bubble. The rising cluster of individual globules shivered and coalesced into a single sphere. Maintaining his focus, Kenny directed the bubble downwards, into the depths of the channel they were hiding in. Now all they needed to do was wait it out until the shark pack lost interest and moved on.

Something brushed against Kenny’s head and he reached up to catch a hard, flat object. Peering at it in the near dark, he recognised the blade of one of Dwayne’s knives. He turned it in a semi-circle, to grasp the handle – and was confronted by a severed hand, still gripping tightly.

‘YAAAAGH!’ Kenny yelled, losing his mouthpiece and his concentration. The bubbles shot upwards once more.

He fumbled for his regulator and exhaled to empty the water from his mask. As his vision cleared, he saw Kiyomi shaking her fist at him and backing away along the crevice, while shooting fearful glances upwards.

Shadows converged overhead and one of the shark-riders dismounted to stand astride the chasm. It peered down into the gloom and Kenny felt its eyes bore into him. He shrank back, pressing himself against the rock to blend into the shadows. He knew he had nowhere to run.

In its webbed hands, the creature clutched a long spear with twin serrated blades. It steadied itself and took aim.