This was your only chance. You and the Pogues. You guys had to salvage Poguelandia, right? The bait, tackle, and charter tour shop. It couldn’t have been for nothing. All that gold. Right?

And there came a reprieve in velvet spung lining - Wes Genrette. JJ’s eyes sparkled with greed. If we could collect the amulet from the Blackbeard legend, then our properties would be paid off. We had to do it.

In the late night - avoiding the coast guards - you, John B, Pope, and JJ, made your ways out on the boat. It was a plan that you and JJ would deep dive to find the amulet in the wreckage many meters down.

JJ was gearing himself up. You agreed to go down because you didn’t want JJ to go alone. But you were having second thoughts. Scared about every little thing. It was pitch black down there. We could get the bends. We could run out of air. You sat on a boat ledge, fingers shaking a bit, as you eyed the sea abyss.

“Diver down?” He speaks up.