Page 50 of Devilish Debt
“Happens when your balls are bigger than this.”I wink.
Post getting my container where it needs to be, my eyewear on, and the piece that goes in my mouth actually there, I mentally give myself a once over to ensure I have everything I need for my first drop down.
There’s heavier gear for a longer search and seizure but that’s fucking pointless if we’re in the wrong spot.
And Mr.Technology swears up and down on the Steve Irwin shirt he has framed in his apartment that we aren’t.
The thing is…when it comes to treasure hunting in real life rather than a cartoon, there isn’t a big x marks the spot for where the shit is.
There’s actually rarely more than particular marine life to let you know you are even on the right course.
I tried to explain that.
He tried not to be distracted by my tits going into my swim top.
Using the yacht’s ladder, I gradually ease into the water, allowing beautiful colors to begin their assault almost immediately.
Every time I slip into the ocean’s grasp like this – whether its warm or cold – one word always comes to mind.
Home.
Which isn’t something I ever feel on land.
But here?
Swimming beside fish or towards coral or past manatees is basically my version of going into the office.
Although…unlike most people who work in offices, I actually look forward to coming here.
Honestly, who doesn’t wanna be greeted by a cute little school of fish?
Once I’ve reached the appropriate range for searching, I casually start.
Maintaining an even level is rather effortless; however, minding the appropriate space of my surroundings requires a bit more.
Not pissing off or metaphorically pissingoncertain creatures’ territory truly requires focus.
A lot particularly when scouring the territory for wooden remains.
Rusty ship pieces.
Really fucking old chests clearly filled with lost pirate treasure or whatever people have convinced themselves will be found in the wreckage.
Personally?
Aiming for a pen or pendant or a coin.
They’re small.
Easy to carry.
No need to worry about damaging my gear.
Plus, they provide distinguishing markings that are easy to verify as real or forged.
My first check of the area is fruitless – like I expected – but I check a second time.
I mean I’m not fucking perfect.
