Description
Captain Kirk called at precisely 4:00 am. Why is it always the same time ungodly hour! “Mike, don’t hang up on me, I need you down here, I'll pay you every dime I owe you and it’ll be an easy job.” I already started cringing in disbelief. When Captain say's easy job, I know from past experiences it has a way of turning out really bad for both of us.
At ninety feet below the surface painted on the hull was the name— Flat Busted. Upon opening the master cabin door, tied to the bed was a naked blond. How’d she get there?
Seemed like a simple enough job, just raise the boat and sell it. But a whole lotta people had other ideas.
Big E ran downstairs, taking two steps at a time, screaming all the way, “There’s be no such things as ghosts! There’s be no such things as ghosts!” My Granddad, an old Irishman gentleman. always dressed to the nines and drinking Bushmills continually appeared to aid us whenever, we found trouble, pirate treasure, cocaine and bad guys. But his presence was always scary.
This fast paced adventure comedy novel has more twists and turns than an island road. Sex, drugs, guns, pirates, and a whole bunch of crazy people!