"A ship!" Julia shouted excitedly. "It's a ship!"

"But not the one we're after," Pitt said flatly. "She's an old sailing ship sitting straight up off the bottom."

Wilbanks leaned around the others to peer at the sunken ship. "Look at that detail. The cabins, the hatch covers, the bowsprit, they all show clearly."

"Her masts are gone," observed Hall.

"Probably swept away by the same storm that sank her," said Pitt.

The ship had passed behind the range of the towfish now, but Hall recalled its image on the video screen before zooming in, freezing the target, and comparing synchronous magnifications. "Good size," Hall said, studying the image. "At least a hundred and fifty feet."

"I can't help wondering about her crew," said Julia. "I hope they were saved."

"Since she's relatively intact," said Wilbanks, "she must have gone down pretty fast."

The moment of fascination quickly passed, and the search for the Princess Dou Wan continued. The breeze had slowly veered from north to west and dropped until it barely fluttered the flag on the stern of the boat. An ore ship passed a few hundred yards away and rocked the Divercity in its wake. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wilbanks turned and looked at Pitt.

"We've got two hours of daylight left. What time do you want to pack it in and head back to the dock?"

"You never know when the lake will turn ugly," Pitt answered. "I suggest we keep going and finish as much of the grid as we can while the water is calm."

"Gotta make hay while the sun shines," Hall agreed.

The mood of anticipation had not diminished. Pitt had requested that Wilbanks begin the search through the center of the grid and work east. That half had been completed, and now they were working west with over thirty lanes to go. The sun was lingering over the western shore of the lake when Pitt called out again.

"A target on the mag," he said with a tinge of excitement in his voice. "A big one."

"Here she comes," said Julia, electrified.

"We've got a modern steel ship," Hall acknowledged.

"How big?" asked Wilbanks.

"Can't tell. She's still showing on the edge of the screen."

"She's huge," Julia muttered in awe.

Pitt grinned like a gambler who hit a jackpot. "I think we've got her." He checked his X on the chart. The wreck was three miles closer inshore than Gallagher had estimated. Actually, an incredibly close guess, all things considered, Pitt thought.

"She's broken in two," Hall said, pointing at the blue-black image on the video screen as everyone, including Giordino, pushed in for a closer look. "About two hundred feet of her stern lies a good hundred and fifty feet away with a large debris field in between."

"The forward section looks to be sitting upright," added Pitt.

"Do you really think it's the Princess Dou Wan?" asked Julia.