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Prologue – Dylan
     I hadn't realized exactly how much I'd missed the clear blue water of The Florida Keys until I was upon it. It was a far cry from the murky coastal waters I'd become accustomed to over the last five years. Why exactly I was back in the place I'd left behind was still in question, but when someone texts you and says they have a lead on something that has plagued your dreams for years, it's hard to ignore. I was pissed at myself for even considering chasing after fairy tales. Yet here I was.
I let my sister, Minx, take the helm and made my way to my room. The sun glistened off the waters and I could taste sea salt on my lips. My eyes had to adjust quickly as I moved from the open deck into the enclosed stairwell that led down to the sleeping quarters. The Spindrift was an eighty-two foot salvage boat. We had all the bells and whistles—sonars, navigational displays, GPS. All things we didn't have when my dad was alive. Things I'd been able to purchase by actually turning a profit instead of chasing the treasure that belonged to ghosts. Things that I knew would make finding a shipwreck much easier than before...
     Enough daydreaming. Just because I could find it didn't mean I would.
     “I've got something I think you should see,” Callum James, my best friend and shipwreck authority, had texted along with a photograph of a map of the Keys. “I think I found a solid lead on La Noche Estrellada.”
     La Noche Estrellada.
     It was as elusive as the lost city of Atlantis and even more intriguing as far as I was concerned. The so-called lost ship of a Spanish fleet that went missing almost three hundred years ago. The ship that only a few people even knew about and had never been mentioned in any history book. I still wasn't convinced, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t a tiny bit curious to explore the idea. After that text message, I hadn't been able to close my eyes without seeing that map... and her face.
     Daniella.
     The one who'd put the notion of La Noche Estrellada in my head in the first place.
     I was nineteen when my father had hired her fresh off getting her diving certification to work on our boat. It was the closest thing to love at first sight I'd ever experienced. Her long dark hair and almond-shaped greenish gold eyes coupled with the body of a sea goddess, and spouting stories of lost treasure with so much enthusiasm that anyone within earshot believed every word she said was true. Seeing her for the first time is what I imagined finding a centuries-old treasure at the bottom of the ocean would feel like. I'd found lots of things underwater, but none of them were ever worth much. Hurricane ravaged and owner error sunken fishing boats were the main hauls of our operation. Finding Dani was like finding the entire contents of the ocean floor in one well-kept, long, lean, and sexy package.
     “I'll think about it,” I'd texted back to Cal. It wasn't like we didn't have the money to take a couple months off and explore the idea of La Noche Estrellada. I'd been good about saving and the work had been steady. I hadn't told Minx about what Cal had sent me. I could just imagine the excitement in her eyes when--if—I did. It wasn't that long ago that Dani was filling my sister's head with a tale of forbidden love and a boat full of gold, silver, and jewels.
     I fell down onto my bed with a sigh. Minx getting excited about the possibility of the mystery ship wasn't the only problem. I knew that going after it meant something else. It meant I'd have to see Daniella again. I couldn't very well go find a boat that she'd believed to be real and not give her the option to join us. An option that I wasn't sure she'd even accept.
     The last time I'd seen her, things hadn't went smoothly. Let's just say she wasn't exactly kosher with the idea of me taking The Spindrift north. But it was my boat and it was my decision. If she didn't want to come with me—if what we had wasn't worth giving up the island life for—then that was on her.
     She’d stayed to chase treasure and I’d moved on.  

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