THE FLORIDA KEYS,  2283

Before the worst of their campaign was to begin, newlyweds Peter and Saavik Kirk frolicked and relaxed in the warm waters of the small string of islands just off of Florida.

"Peter--I believe that I have found something, floating in the surf."

Peter Kirk walked over to the other half of his being.

"What is it? It looks badly worn."

Saavik examined it.

"It appears to be an ancient dispenser for salt."

Peter tried to discern something.

"Is that engraving on it?"

Saavik nodded.

"Yes--I believe that it says...."

She shook her head.

"Property of James Buffett?"