Treasures. The breeze moved its pages slightly; stopping them gave me an excuse for touching with my fingers photos about marvelous pieces of gold, gems, and jewels. Such wonders were waiting for me on the bed of the Ocean. If my investigations were correctly done, some chests with two hundred years of antiquity were serving as ornaments to the marine flora. Not for longer time, I proposed myself. But the sound of the wind was not the only thing that came to delight my ears.