“Okay Junior, this will be the last dive down. These pictures will complete the grid map.”
John Senior made some notations on the sheets of specks he had clipped to a clipboard. “What the hell…,” The ground started to shake as he reached a hand out to the truck to steady himself. A rumble started and grew louder as boulders along the edge of the lighthouse drive shifted and collapsed into the surf creating sprays of water shooting up in the air.
Senior dropped to his knees as the ground started to shift and he watched in horror as tons of rocks buried his son alive under the water.