Twenty-nine-year-old Vikki Lansing and her husband Jim spent every hurricane season in Key West, Florida, poring over old charts and manifests of recorded shipwrecks. When Jim was young, his father had stumbled across a sunken ship off the coast of Florida and salvaged a fortune in gold bars and jewelry. Although he spent the rest of his life searching for additional booty and died a poor man, he'd passed the treasure hunting bug on to his only son. Vikki's love of the sea and her degree in Marine Biology made her Jim's perfect counterpart. Both tall and lean, blond and athletic, and bronzed by the sun, they looked more like siblings than husband and wife. Vikki's biological clock was tick-tocking away, while Jim was driven to find his fortune on the bottom of the sea. One night during the storm season, a discrepancy in the facts surrounding a sunken, 1822 Spanish fishing vessel caught their eye and they decided to find out if the crew was really fishing. Or not... Refurbishing their new-to-them sailing boat with all they would need to haul a treasure up from the sea floor, they set out on a mission. The Zephyr is a sturdy, dependable craft and carries them toward their plotted destination near Misteriosa Bank equidistant from Mexico, Honduras, and Cuba. Along the way, they encounter ruthless, modern-day pirates bent on taking whatever they want, hungry sharks, and storms that seem intent on making kindling out of their boat. Will they find the Fallen Angel's final resting place and discover what she was really doing on the high seas? Or will the Angel's legacy forever remain a mystery?