Gamay took over. “The shelf Paul talked about is an incredibly productive fishery. It's home to salmon, beluga sturgeon, turbot. You'll find dolphins here and bonito, although the stocks are down. Some say the Turks have over- fished the sea, but they say it's European Union pollution coming from the Danube. What's not in dispute is the fact that below a fluctuating depth of around four hundred fifty feet, there is no life. Ninety percent of the sea is sterile. With the fish population down, huge red tides and jellyfish infestations have come in. People are concerned enough to actually start doing something.”

“That's how NUMA came to be involved,” Captain Atwood said. “We were collecting information for a joint Russian-Turkish project.”

“I was wondering why you didn't have representatives from either country aboard,” Paul said.

“On earlier trips the government observers spent most of their time telling the ships where they couldn't conduct surveys. Admiral Sandecker insisted on carte blanche when NUMA was asked to lend a hand. Which meant no observers on this preliminary survey. Between his prestige and their desperation, he was able to hold his own.”

“These countries have a good reason to be desperate,” Gamay said. “The pollution is creating the conditions for a 'turnover.' If the dead water rises to the top, everything in the sea and around the rim could be wiped out.”

“There's nothing like the threat of extinction to get people off their butts,” Gunn remarked.

“That would do it for me,” Austin said. Trout drew his finger along the map. “The bottom here will be covered with black mud over clay that marks the change of the ancient lake to a sea. When you get beyond the edge of the shelf, we find deep submarine canyons carved into the steep shelf slope. Ten thousand years ago, the sea level was a thousand feet lower than it is now. The flood theory suggests that sixty thousand square miles were inundated by the waters of the Mediterranean.”

“Which made anyone with a boat very popular,” Austin said.

Gamay said, “This deals directly with our situation. As Paul explained last night, ship worms can't survive in the deep water, so wooden wrecks will be perfectly preserved for thousands of years. And steel ships will disintegrate.”

A crewman called the captain into the wheelhouse. Atwood excused himself. A minute later, he returned, his face wreathed in a wide grin.

“We're on target. Our mystery ship should be right below our radio antenna.”

Gunn said, “Remind me to send a bouquet of flowers to the young woman who gave her sailor boy a GPS watch.”

Austin looked out at the sea stretching to the horizon and thought of the wasted time that could have been spent in a fruitless search for the ship. “I've got a better idea,” Austin said. “Let's send her a whole greenhouse.”