NationStates Jolt Archive

"Aye, but what is it GOOD for?"

"Well, we can drill f-"

"That's been done. The hole keeps filling up with water and then with sand."

"It can drill down with a camera."

"Well, THAT'S new."

The din of the drill necessitated ear plugs. After they removed the drill bit, they sunk a waterproof, plastic-cased camera down. Malcolm tended to the cleaning and cooling of the drill bit, because you don't want hot metal rupturing and impaling you and your crew.

David's face turned white and he began to mumble.

"What is it?"

"Ack...thbt..."

Malcolm went over and looked at the television feed of the camera. Floating there was a human hand, white with age, skin peeling off. However, death didn't bother him as much as it did David. He panned the camera left and right, but found nothing else of note. Panning down however revealed the message.

Seventy feet down, eight million pounds buried.

Oh my...


OOC: Want to join the crew?

OOC: I'll join... Is this going to be like Timeline?

OOC: Timeline? What? This is inspired by the real Oak Island. Same idea as this island, sorta.

OOC: nm... what are we doing exactly?

OOC: Trying to find the money. Drill for it, at least for now. But every time you drill down, and you come back the next day, the pit is full of water, eventually filling back up with sand and soil.

OOC:

What happen?

Someone set up us the bump.

[ooc: So we can just post as one of the drill crew?]

OOC: Yup.

Return of OOC, The Unrelated: Lost City? :P

Hello? Someone? After almost five weeks?

[ooc: School's back - less time.... I might be able to make some extra time soon, I hope.]