My Journal

By Harriman Nelson

32.  Resolution

And so, relieved of bones, buckles, buttons, and bell, not to mention iron strong box, 13 rings, and three women who had sought and been granted permission to ‘assist’ the forensic team in Norfolk, Seaview was released from her government imposed incarceration there and headed home.

 I supposed the powers that be had been, after all, more concerned about protecting a historical ‘treasure’ (if you could call it that), from any threat, than any  against simple old me. Though they had to admit that my press conference had pretty much blown the wind out any anti Nelson sails. I was…’an okay guy’, in the words of one previously aggrieved citizen.

Did I forget to mention the coins? I’ve forgotten just how many there were, and of which kind. Surprising, according to Lee, that I could possibly forget such an important little detail that might, once completely valued, leave us, after expenses and the promised percentages being given to Bermuda and Spain, just enough for a new paint job. I’m still not sure if he’s joking, but it’s a fair assumption.

It’s the Golden Helmet and breastplate that’s worth a small fortune, even more so than they might be worth, due to Lee’s connection to it. Miss Bates wanted him to hold them, in the hopes of getting some ‘vibes’, but he’d declined saying some things were best left undisturbed.

Frankly I think he was just afraid of finding out anything more. Lee, afraid? Well, even heroic types like Lee are human. After all, it wouldn’t be very pleasant learning that the lookalike in his vision was an ancestor. An ancestor just as evil as Sheamus. He’d seen what I’d gone through, and while I’m sure he’d be able to handle it far better than me, he opted just not to know.

But even  Spain’s gotten involved and is pressuring me to pressure him to find out more about their lost conquistador.

I have to admit I’m curious. Genealogically speaking that is. But this is his decision and I won’t cross that boundary.

Besides, Chip would probably be better at talking him into it than me, not adverse to using a little friendly blackmail, that one. In fact I think he already has something he can use for leverage.

We’ll see.