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The Search for Atlantis XIII:
Brazil Hates Me
By, Grey Exploration (Continued
from Ep. 12)
Generally I don’t have many problems with South America. In fact I have
high hopes where this continent is concerned, especially in relation to
Our experts hate it here. Not because there’s nothing to be found, in
fact they’ve turned up more bluish crystal stuff that looked like the
thing Moneybags pulled out and said guided us here.
So far we’ve found a sizable chunk about fifty meters off the coast that
might be some sort of mapping device. Of course that’s a guess and for
all we know it’s an automatic shower cleaner.
Excitement abounds even with my personal misgivings. Moneybags’ bit of
rock wasn’t precise, we’re starting in Brazil because it’s the nearest
chunk of South America and the evidence is everywhere, if you know what
you’re looking for.
There’s plenty to keep our group of Atlantis experts busy, we’re still
setting up, getting equipment in place, gathering resources, unfortunately
none of them are happy.
Like me are they uneasy with how our benefactor pulled out a bit of blue
stuff and uncovered evidence at the eleventh hour that put our expedition
back on track? Are they suspicious that this just happened to be bought
out at a convenient time? Does Moneybags’ explanation that he didn’t know
if it was legit and wanted the Mediterranean site searched first ring
hollow with them?
No, the experts, trekkies every one, hate it here because the average
Brazilian is more fluent in Klingon than any of them.
Okay, I’ll break it down for you. Of all the possible places Atlantis,
or it’s remains could be, the top contenders to modern thinking are somewhere
in the Mediterranean (as a small island), Antarctica (as in it’s the entire
continent) and the Eastern coast of South America and the West coast of
Africa (if it was in the Atlantic this is where the remains would be).
The first we have, for the moment (you never know what might be pulled
out of a pocket and direct us on a return voyage) discounted, discovering
a fraud both in terms of Atlantis and undersea property development that
sucked in a bunch of Morelocks.
The latter we’re not eager for. No one’s entirely sure why but two of
the trekkies say that there was unpleasantness and they don’t want to
have to hurry back.
So between the evidence and the Smurf rock we’ve come here.
Our headquarters is a nice little hotel overlooking the ocean and one
of the better slums, with easy access to modern conveniences and cheap,
expendable labour if we wish it.
The experts have already demanded that any temporary employees wear nice,
new red shirts.
As evens unfold I will continue to file reports, probably intermittently
since I have a strong urge to take up alcoholism.