Treasure
In an awkward underwater gesture, Jerry told me that my time was up and that I had to resurface.
I nodded and kicked off towards the shifting sunlit fractal ceiling. We were in Tobago.
I came up and spotted the boat a few metres away. As I swam over to it, I couldn’t see anyone on deck. As I got closer, I couldn’t hear anyone either. The sun was blazing down on a stunning turquoise sea. I took off my mask and paused, treading water with my head cocked.
Something inside told me to swim quieter. I slowly edged closer and grabbed onto the ladder at the back of the boat and stayed there, dangling in the water and listening.
I heard the waves lap at the hull and the creak of the wood on the boat. I could also hear water sloshing around on the deck and a beer bottle rolling back and forth inside the main cabin on the slate floor.
The longer I could hear the bottle roll back and forth, the more scared I became.
We’d found treasure and we were bringing it up to the surface. The boys on the boat would not have gone to sleep with millions of dollars worth of Inca gold on the way up to them. If they were asleep, that rolling beer bottle would have been annoying enough to wake one of them up.
Jerry surfaced back where I had surfaced minutes before. I motioned to him to be quiet but he couldn’t see me. He took off his mask and shouted my name.
“Frederino!” he shouted with a smile, and abruptly grew a spear out of his left eye.
With a shocked twitch, he arched back and went under the waves again, sinking fast with his equipment.
The sun beat down on me. It stopped when it was eclipsed by a figure on the boat with a spear gun. He leaned over and looked down at me with a quizzical expression.
“Well, that makes six.” He said with a grin. He pointed the spear gun at my face. “You must be Frederino.” He said with a laugh and pulled the trigger.
tags
I nodded and kicked off towards the shifting sunlit fractal ceiling. We were in Tobago.
I came up and spotted the boat a few metres away. As I swam over to it, I couldn’t see anyone on deck. As I got closer, I couldn’t hear anyone either. The sun was blazing down on a stunning turquoise sea. I took off my mask and paused, treading water with my head cocked.
Something inside told me to swim quieter. I slowly edged closer and grabbed onto the ladder at the back of the boat and stayed there, dangling in the water and listening.
I heard the waves lap at the hull and the creak of the wood on the boat. I could also hear water sloshing around on the deck and a beer bottle rolling back and forth inside the main cabin on the slate floor.
The longer I could hear the bottle roll back and forth, the more scared I became.
We’d found treasure and we were bringing it up to the surface. The boys on the boat would not have gone to sleep with millions of dollars worth of Inca gold on the way up to them. If they were asleep, that rolling beer bottle would have been annoying enough to wake one of them up.
Jerry surfaced back where I had surfaced minutes before. I motioned to him to be quiet but he couldn’t see me. He took off his mask and shouted my name.
“Frederino!” he shouted with a smile, and abruptly grew a spear out of his left eye.
With a shocked twitch, he arched back and went under the waves again, sinking fast with his equipment.
The sun beat down on me. It stopped when it was eclipsed by a figure on the boat with a spear gun. He leaned over and looked down at me with a quizzical expression.
“Well, that makes six.” He said with a grin. He pointed the spear gun at my face. “You must be Frederino.” He said with a laugh and pulled the trigger.
tags