The need soon becomes profound curiosity, then affection, then love, and before the end of the journey is near, they discover that they are united in their common quest in more than one way. Then, on the last day before a long sea storm, they find a large and immovable marble sarcophagus buried deep in the sand at the bottom of the sea, not far off the shore. The obvious relationship that exists between these two terms or should I say feelings is that the latter generates the potential for the former. Passion comes with limited amounts of success in an otherwise less-popular subject, and therefore opens great windows of opportunity for unique knowledge. As this singular knowledge is earned, it acts in a double function in the process of passion, both as a catalyst and prize.
Possession is the prize.
The strongest male of the group straps on the diving gear, bids good-bye to all, and plunges into the effervescent waters, while the others hold their breath and each other s hand. Long minutes later, he has not come up. The sea is furious. It is opposing their act of indiscretion. It is rolling tall white waves against the beach, against their boat where they are tremoring, waiting with their hearts stopped, with their faces drowned in salt water and tears, and the roars of the sea fill the sky with commands.