“Johnny!”, Blackbeard called him, standing near a minor tunnel which was stretching beyond the cave. “Look!”
Johnny stopped to recover his breath: the thermic conditions in that place were very difficult to stand. He started wiping his forehead, which was soaked with sweat, while he searched the tunnel.
A rough stony slab was rising before him, dug at the bottom of the tunnel like some sort of holy table. There was a coffin on the top. Several conquistadores armours were decorating the walls, many soldiers lining up like they used to do in the past, in the act of paying their last homage to the owner of the shrine. To complete the setting, the remains of a Spanish flag were hanging from a spur over them.
“Can you hear this buzz too?”, Teach suddenly asked him.
Johnny strained his ears.
