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away. Okay. There was no time to spare.
    I squeezed through the little hatchway. It was a tight fit, all right. No way could Mr. or Mrs. E. have done this.
    I looked around. There it was, in the shimmering blue water. A pile of long ugly sticks.
    There were the four wires running from the sticks to a humming black box. That was the detonator, the thing that actually triggered the blast.
    Simple, Zeek had said.
    Yeah, right! I’d seen enough movies to know that if I pulled the wires out the wrong way the whole thing would blow.
    Something rumbled overhead. I poked my head up through the hatch.
    Crrraaacckkk! A rock rolled off the ledge and crashed onto the hull. Another fell. Then another.
    The ledge was cracking!
    I dove back in the hatch. I looked at the wires. This was it. Do or die. I had to start.
    Pick a color, any color. Eenie-meenie-meinie—Something in my head said—green! Yes, I’ll pull the green wire first!
    But just as I reached for the green wire, the cabin door burst open and bubbles filled the tiny room.
    It was Zeekie! He raced over to help.
    But he swam in too fast and slammed into my oxygen tank.
    I couldn’t believe it! Clutzy thing number three!
    I fell forward. I grabbed for something to catch my balance.
    Riiip!
    I stared at my hand.
    I was holding the black box.
    And all the wires were dangling from it!



ELEVEN
    KA-BOOM! (I thought).
    But I was wrong.
    Nothing happened.
    Well, not really nothing. The black box stopped humming. That was good. And bubbles fizzled out of it. That was good too.
    Then bubbles started to fizzle out of Zeek’s mouth.
    Blub. Blub. Was he saying something?
    No. I think he was laughing.
    And he gave me the okay sign.
    Suddenly, I had to laugh too. I couldn’t believe I had done the dynamite. And we were all still alive!
    Zeek did a little touchdown wiggle. I tried to jump, but underwater it’s hard.
    Bam! Another rock smashed down on the hull.
    Okay, so all our troubles weren’t over.
    â€œHurry!” I bubbled.
    Zeek popped his head out of the hatch and waved at the sub. The Emersons answered with a quick flash of the searchlights.
    Suddenly, we could hear hissing from below. Clouds of bubbles rose up through the water. Zeek’s balloons were filling up!
    We squeezed out of the hatch and onto the deck.
    Then, right before our eyes, the wrecked ship, the ship of Captain John May, founder of Mayville, started to move. For the first time in more than two hundred years!
    Whoosh! The hull cleared the ledge. It tilted upright in the water and started to rise. We grabbed on to the old ship’s rigging and held on for the ride.
    It was amazing. We stared at each other.
    We were going to the surface. And we were going in style!
    Sploosh! The ship broke the surface. Water sloshed over the deck and down the sides of the hull. The old wooden planks gleamed in the sun. We tore off our masks.
    â€œZeekie!” I shouted.
    â€œNoodle!” he yelled.
    â€œWE DID IT!”
    The huge ship rocked gently in the water.
    But we still had one more big job to do.
    â€œThe motorboat!” I yelled. “They’re getting away!”
    Zeek smiled big. “Attaaack!”
    We grabbed a couple of rigging ropes and jumped.
    Fwing! Through a hail of stun darts, we swooped down on the enemy ship. We both yelled out the same thing—
    â€œDAAANNGGGERR GUUUYS!”
    It was incredible!
    We landed hard and acted fast.
    Splash! I knocked Silver-Hair straight into the water. Mustache went all pale when he saw Zeek. He toppled over in a dead faint.
    Then Baldy rushed Zeek, and the Boss turned on me. Her face got red. Boy, was she mad!
    â€œIf I can’t have the treasure, nobody can!” she yelled. She hit the radio detonator button hard.
    Click. She hit it again and again. Click, click.
    â€œIs this what you’re looking for?” I held up the black box with the colored wires. I smiled at her.
    â€œWhy, you little …” She