"Where did you find them?" Pitt shouted up at him.

"Using a diagram of the deck plans I managed to force entry into the captain's cabin."

"The location sounds right," said Gunn, peering through his eyeglasses.

With the help of four eager pairs of hands, archaeologist O'Connell pried off the top of the crate and peered inside. "Oh my, oh me, oh my," she muttered in awe.

"What is it?" Pitt demanded. "What do you see?"

"Military footlockers with U.S.M.C. stenciled on the top."

"Well, don't stand there. Open it up."

"It really should be opened in a laboratory," O'Connell protested. "Proper methodology, you know."

"No!" Pitt said flatly. "Proper methodology be damned. These people worked long and hard. And by God they deserve to see the fruits of their labor. Open the footlocker."

Seeing that Pitt was not to be denied, and glancing at the sea of faces around her reflecting expressions of hostility, O'Connell knelt down and began working open the latch on the front of the footlocker with a small crowbar. The wall around the latch quickly fell away as if it were made of clay, and she lifted the lid open very, very slowly.

Inside the footlocker the upper tray held several objects neatly wrapped in sodden gauze and exactingly placed in little individual compartments. As if she was unwrapping the Holy Grail, O'Connell delicately removed the covering from the largest object. When the last piece of gauze fell away, she held up what looked like a yellow-brown circular bowl.

"A skullcap," she said in a hushed voice, "from Peking man."

THE CAPTAIN OF THE JADE ADVENTURER, CHEN JlANG, HAD served Qin Shang Maritime Limited for twenty of his thirty years at sea. Tall and thin with straight white hair, he was quiet and efficient in the operation of his ship. He forced back a smile and spoke to bis employer.

"There is your ship, Qin Shang."

"I can't believe after all these years I'm seeing her at last," said Qin Shang, his eyes locked on the video monitor receiving images from an ROV that was moving over the sunken wreck.

"We are very lucky the depth is only four hundred and thirty feet. If the ship had, indeed, foundered off the coast of Chile, we'd have found ourselves working in ten thousand feet."

"It appears the hull is separated in two parts."

"Not unusual for ships caught in storms on the Great Lakes to break up," explained Chen Jiang. "The Edmund Fitzgerald, a legendary ore carrier, was twisted apart when she sank."