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Caribbean Crisis
a Sexton Blake adventure
by Desmond Reid


Caribbean Crisis is Michael Moorcock's first published novel, a volume in the Sexton Blake library, little more than
chapbook. It has become a rarity that is very difficult to track down and can sell for anything up to $100. A collaboratio
with Jim Cawthorn, that was revised by the editor of the series in which it appeared.

Caribbean Crisis is by no means a true representation of Moorcock's work, so if you've never read Moorcock befo
and want to know what his work is like then this is not the place to start. This is a work more of curiousity value to the
Moorcock fanatic, a fun story without a great deal of depth.

There is little, if any chance, of it being published again, but through this medium it can be made available free of cha
intend to publish it as a serial, one chapter at a time in a weekly schedule, as it seems structured perfectly to do this.
Hopefully one day The Nomads of the Time Streams (the Michael Moorc
appreciation society) will make it available in a more permanent form, for those who still want a physical copy.
A Caribbean Crisis

1. BLOOD IN THE DEEP
Six miles above the ocean bedrock of the Caribbean, the research ship Gorgon rolled ge
in the blazing heat of the mid-afternoon.
Overhead the sky was a limpid sapphire blue. And beneath the ship's keel - more than th
thousand feet down on the ocean floor - lay the Tanangas Deep: the deepest marine valley
known to man.

It was a moment of history.
On the squat research ship, derricks stretched outwards over the starboard bow, giving t
vessel a slight list.
Suspended over the water from the derricks hung the most unearthly object ever seen Ea
Cape Canaveral.
A great, bloated melon of crystal-steel blazing off the fire of reflected sunlight; an orb o
metallic splendour which hung like a man-made planet, barely ten feet from the surface of t
glassy sea.
Upon it, perched like grotesque frogs, two men balanced themselves - waiting.
On the deck of the research ship, half-blinded by the sunlight reflected from the giant glo
brown-skinned men sweated to manoeuvre the derricks.
One of them was shouting. His voice was gutteral and pitched high.
 "Steady on number three! Ease her out slowly!"
The two men crouched on top of the sphere looked at each other.
The younger one, pale-faced and nervous, whispered throatily: "Shall we get in no,
Harben?"
Harben, bird-faced and with eyes malevolently calm replied softly: "You get in. I'll join
in a moment."
But the younger man hesitated. He trembled slightly as he glanced around him. He laugh
nervously.
"It's silly. I know, but I feel kind of -- scared." He paused before adding tremulously: "W
do you think we're going to find down there, Harben?"
Harben's lips curled into a grin. "Getting butterflies, Linwood? Don't worry. This
bathysphere is the safest ever built." His tone became mocking. "I thought you wanted to be
first to see this prehistoric fish?"

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