<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/2692859/600full-olivia-paige.jpg)</div>Spencer Lansing had been in Port Antonio for a few days now, by her own design. She'd wanted to take a few days to vacation and explore the island a bit before setting sail for adventure. Dylan Faber was due from Miami with their boat (or would it be her boat since her money had purchased it?) and she felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. Anxiously awaiting his arrival, and the start of their expedition.<br/><br/>He'd alerted her of his arrival, and they'd arranged a time to meet up at the marina they'd be sailing from. As she sat in the back of her chartered car, she let her mind drift back a few weeks, to her first meeting with Dylan. In her father's office, she'd watched and listened to his impassioned plea for funding, to helm this expedition not only for treasure, but to clear his father's name. She was only vaguely aware the elder Faber's fall from grace, but after speaking alone with Dylan, she'd been convinced that perhaps Thomas had  been onto something. It struck a chord within her, something she couldn't ignore, so despite the protestations of her father and her brother she'd offered up a generous portion of her trust fund for his quest. Her reasons weren't entirely philanthropic though, she'd always wanted to do something like this. She'd been amateur treasure hunting for years, but she'd always wanted to go on a full scale dig or salvage operation, and now she was going to get her chance!<br/><br/>Once at the marina, she found the boat rather easily, and directed her porter to start loading her things aboard the ship. She might have overdone it with her packing, but one never knew what they might need!<br/>"Dylan? Are you here? Its me, Spencer Lansing."