Chapter 14
Like the mirage that Corey insisted it must be, the Fata Morgana appeared to retreat before them. They traveled toward it for more than half-an-hour, passing well beyond the outlet of the strait, but it never seemed to get any closer. The golden light—the same glow that had shone from the Caduceus in the Temple of Poseidon—guided them onward.
“It’s moving,” Bones observed.
“Well obviously,” replied Corey.
“What I meant is that it’s changing course. It was north of us when we left the strait, but now it’s almost due west.”
Corey frowned and looked around. Aside from the mirage, there was nothing but open water in every direction. “How can you tell?”
Bones tapped the side of his head. “Built in GPS. It’s a Cherokee thing.”
“The sun is behind us,” Maddock explained. “In the
