Fresh excitement did wonders for our mood, though my worry about Crew certainly made things uncomfortable for me, if not the three divers huddled over the map now relocated to the annex, spread out on Mom's stainless steel counter. She'd quickly moved aside her bread making in favor of the Tortuga team's rekindled treasure talk and, with Daisy beside her, hovered and listened as the three experts debated the details.
I, for one, had no doubts whatsoever the line ending at the Patterson land was our true goal. Questions lingered, like the three small, odd marks more like mistakes than clues bracketing the Patterson end, making no sense and likely just dots of dirt left behind by age. The debate raging about what the line itself meant and how to infiltrate said property lost my interest as the swinging door opened and Liz walked through.