Treasure Bound (lesleymoon, bandit, TanaSilver)
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				Title: <strong>Treasure Bound (lesleymoon, bandit, TanaSilver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bandit</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 06:41:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2gufl76.jpg)</div>Dylan's father, Thomas Faber, was a well known, tenured professor at Columbia University who had pretty much wrote every contemporary piece of research on Caribbean history and folklore worth reading. Dylan's youth was spent learning the flags of every major pirate and most of the lesser known ones as well. Thomas spent a career searching for and cataloging everything he could find about the old pirates. A major discovery he had, when Dylan was only just out of diapers, was a pirate map that had belonged to a lesser known pirate named Black Tom. An Irishman sold into slavery after the Cromwellian Conquest of Ireland. Black Tom escaped captivity and became a pirate but his career was short, vanishing one night while in Port Royal. It was said that he left behind a massive treasure that no one had ever found. Thomas Faber believed he was on his way to one of the biggest discoveries in recent history and bankrupted himself and his friends chasing after the treasure. <br><br>In his quest he also lost his marriage, alienated his son, and ruined his name as a researcher and an archaeologist. Dylan grew up not believing the stories and instead believing the whispers he heard when with his mother. She would say that the map was likely a fraud and that it was even more likely that even if there were a treasure that it had likely been salvaged by Black Tom's crew shortly after he vanished. <br><br>Dylan was the first man in his family in three generations not to pursue academics and instead joined the Army. All his life he had been very athletic and very intelligent which paid off in the Army, allowing him to be sent to a number of schools. Ranger School, SEREs, Jump School, Combat Dive School, and others, it didn't matter, Dylan proved time and time again that he was cut from steel. Perfectly happy to go career military, Dylan did his time in the mideast earning a few decorations and eventually placing well into the NCO corps. <br><br>All was good until one day his mother sent him an email. There was a young grad student who had just done her masters thesis on the small village of Pelegosto. His father had spent his career trying to figure out where the village was as it was a major key to understanding the locations on the map. This grad student had not only figured out that the village and the small island it set on had been swallowed in a hurricane but had done a lot of underwater archaeology at the site. <br><br>Suddenly faced with the realization that his crazy father might not have been so crazy he contacted the grad student via email and asked her the craziest question he'd ever asked anyone....<br><br><em>Want to find some pirate treasure with me? </em><br><br>First thing was first, Dylan did some research and found the name of a man who was old money from the east coast, who has sponsored digs and various other archaeological efforts over the years. Working hard to sell the old man he tried to convey his new found passion for finding the treasure and clearing his father's name in academic circles. The old man wasn't impressed and Dylan walked away, worried that the whole thing would be over before it started. But then the old man's daughter called, offering up a large portion of her trust fund to help with the search, impressed by the passion she'd seen in her father's office.<br><br>That had been only a few weeks earlier and Dylan had quickly put the money to good use. He got a boat that had the equipment necessary to haul salvage up from the ocean floor and stocked it well with all they would need. To save money they'd stay on the boat as much as possible and spend as much time searching the village sight for the markers to set them on the hunt. Dylan had sailed the ship from Miami down to Port Antonio, Jamaica. This was where he was to meet both his grad student and their financier. Getting into port hadn't been a big deal and he had spent a few hours registering everything and filling out paperwork. Once that was out of the way, Dylan simply went back to his boat and started pouring over the print outs of the dig site, hoping to get a head start on things while he waited for the ladies to join him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treasure Bound (lesleymoon, bandit, TanaSilver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lesleymoon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 08:30:46</strong>
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				<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&nbsp; 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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treasure Bound (lesleymoon, bandit, TanaSilver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 19:41:40</strong>
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				(http://universitychic.com/files/girl_glasses.jpg)<br><br>Samantha Tessler walked off the plane, never happier to set her feet on the ground. Air Jamaica had been a bit terrifying; she had sat next to the wing door and every ten minutes during the flight, the door would rattle like it might spring open. Sam had sat in nervous expectation of immediate ejection into the ocean below the whole flight from Miami.<br><br><em>And that would figure, considering how my life is going</em>, she thought grimly, tugging her luggage through the small airport.<br><br>She had never been more surprised in her life than when she had been contacted by Dylan Faber. She had immediately dismissed his email, figuring it was a spam on the level of a Nigerian scam. Before she deleated it, though, Dylan's last name caught her eye. When she realized this was the son of Thomas Faber, Samantha's stomach had lurched in excitement. Dr. Faber had only been one of the most brilliant scholars of Caribbean lore who had ever lived! <br><br>And now his son wanted her help!<br><br>Outside the airport, Sam politely shook her head at the gaggle of young Jamaican boys who wanted to help carry her luggage. Most of them wore no shoes and were looking for any payout from travelers. Sam was impatient though, and quickly entered a taxi, giving directions to the marina.<br><br>She sighed, relaxing in the back seat, trying to order her thoughts. This trip was a desperate gamble on her part. She was excited to be back in Jamaica and exploring Pelegosto, but there was a dark shadow around that thrill. She was so close to getting her doctorate, but her own funds had run out and her scholarship had dried up, thanks to the economy. Despite her award-winning work and the high regard of her professors, the university would give her the boot if she couldn't pay her bills. <br><br>But if she found this treasure with Dylan, she would make archaeology history. The university would beg her to stay.<br><br>Or at least, that's what Samantha hoped. She was out of options.
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