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the weirdest feeling, not even knowing your own name. Frantically, Zac searched the amphibious submersible for clues.
    There was a jacket slung over the back of the pilot’s seat. He tried it on. It was his size! It must belong to him.
    Zac looked through the pockets. In the left-hand pocket, there was an envelope. Zac tore it open.
    It was stuffed with money!
    Thousands of dollars.
    On the front were the words, ‘To Zac. You’ll always be a son to us. With love and thanks from the Blythe-Joneses.’
    His name must be Zac!
    Zac Blythe-Jones.
    It seemed right. Who else would give you an envelope of money except your own parents? And judging by the size of the present, his parents must be very rich. Perhaps the mini-submarine was some kind of very cool toy.
    Just the sort of thing a millionaire’s son would have , Zac thought.
    Zac searched the other pocket of his jacket. There he found a strange object that looked a bit like a pocket calculator, only with a much larger screen.
    â€˜SpyPad’, he read on the front.
    Some kind of expensive game or digital camera , Zac thought.
    He flicked it on.
    A photograph popped up. Zac saw himself standing next to a smiling man and woman. His parents!
    True, he had brown hair and his mum and dad were blond. But then again, not all families look alike.
    Just then, Zac heard a strange, mournful sound.

    It was so loud Zac thought his ears might burst. He raced to a porthole to see what had made the sound.
    There, right next to him, was the most awesome, high-tech submarine ever.
    It was shiny black and bullet-shaped. There was a fancy winged keel underneath. On the front were 20 torpedo launchers. On top, Zac saw two very large surface-to-air missiles.

    It must be navy submarine sent especially to rescue him! That must be the kind of thing that happens when your parents are millionaires.
    The radio on board crackled to life.
    â€˜This is Captain Stewart aboard the Sea Devil . Do you read me, over?’
    Zac snatched up the radio.
    â€˜Yes, I read you! This is Zac Blythe-Jones. I was out for a joyride in my mini-submarine here, but I’ve injured myself. Can you take me home?’
    â€˜You say your name’s Zac Blythe-Jones?
    Over,’ came the reply.
    â€˜Uh huh,’ said Zac. ‘I’m a millionaire’s son.’
    There was a pause. Zac started wondering if his radio worked.
    â€˜Come aboard then,’ finally came the voice from the radio. ‘Steer your submersible towards the rear of the Sea Devil and drive into the loading bay.’
    Even as the voice said this, a large hatch was opening round the back of the impressive black submarine.
    Zac leapt into the pilot’s seat. He stared at the controls for a second. He wasn’t sure exactly how, but somehow he remembered how to work the cool little mini-sub. Maybe he was getting his memory back, even just a little bit.
    Zac backed into the Sea Devil ’s loading bay easily. The hatch door closed behind him. He was in an airlock. Silently, an interior door slid open. It must lead right into the centre of the Sea Devil . He wondered if Captain Stewart could let him have a look around.
    Probably , thought Zac. She seems friendly .
    â€˜Zac Blythe-Jones,’ boomed a voice over the submarine’s PA system. ‘Proceed immediately to the galley.’
    The galley? Wasn’t that a ship’s kitchen?

    Excellent. He was just in time for breakfast.

CHAPTER NINE
    The galley was full of people in boiler suits and diving gear eating breakfast. They all had the same thing written across their backs.
    Marine Tech.
    Strange. Zac had never heard of it.
    A woman in a suit with Marine Tech stitched on the pocket met Zac at the door.
    â€˜I’m Captain Stewart,’ she said, sounding mean and friendly all at the same time.‘How about a bowl of Chocmallow Puffs?’
    She showed Zac to a seat.
    â€˜So, you’re a millionaire’s son,’ said Captain