"I sure can ask, son!" Cooper nodded. "It won't hurt anything, I suppose."
He immediately went to the phone and asked Horton to call NASA.
"I haven't spoken to my old friend Hal that works there in years!" Horton chuckled to Cooper on the other end of the line. "I sure will give him a ring and try to find out what you need. I'll get back to you as soon as I can, Matthew!"
In about a half hour they knew what they wanted was just a few miles from the Massachusetts coast.
"See you guys later!" Mike told his friends. "I've got some work to do. Be back as soon as I can."
Everyone looked at each other as Mike disappeared, wondering what would happen next!
When Mike reached the Atlantic Ocean he landed on a short pier behind a large city's factory. As he stood looking out over the calm water, the realization of its great size filled him with awe and a sense of failure. Where would his search for the cargo even begin? Would his powers work under water?
As Mike stood contemplating these questions, he felt a presence beside him, and turned looking right, to find a spirit there. It was the spirit of a Scotsman, wearing complete Scottish regalia. The man smiled at Mike through his bushy red beard, and the boy wondered if he had the temper to match his firey hair.
"You have a problem with navigation, do ye, laddie?" the man asked.
"I sure do!" Mike nodded with a sigh.
"I know of what you seek. Can ye swim?"
"Why yes, I can, or I wouldn't have come."
"Ye'll have to be quick about this, now. When I dive into the water, just stay by my side and I'll lead you to your treasure."
"All right, I hope I'll be able to stay under long enough."
"Don't worry about it. Everything will come natural to ye."
The spirit leapt into the ocan, and Mike followed. It was a unique feeling for him, diving deeper than any human being could without a suit. The spirit had been right! Mike swam and noticed he had no problem staying under, and the journey to their destination was swift and uneventful. When the sunken ship was in sight, Mike saw it lay embedded in the sand on its left side, and there was a huge hole straight through it!
"No hurricane did that!" Mike thought, and discovered the spirit could hear him using telepathic contact.
"One of those metal fish that carries men shot a tremendous cannonball at her. I do not think that the attacking vessel was one of your peoples'."
"The Russians DID have something to do with this, after all," Mike thought, then thanked the spirit for his help. The man vanished. Carefully going