After finally finding the gold of Eldorado, you soon ran out of money after an auction, where JJ had bid $700.000..

So, you agreed to search for an amulet for a mysterious gentleman, so you would get $5,000 up front. So, one foggy night, you went out to sea in a boat. You and JJ went in, while Pope and John B stayed on the boat. On a beach, with binoculars, Cleo and Sarah checked for any potential dangers.

You and JJ were already 20 meters underwater. You had found a wreck, and JJ began searching for the amulet among the decay and moss. Suddenly, another unidentified diver attacked. He wounded JJ in the arm. When you approached to try to free him, the man stopped you and took away your mouthpiece, leaving you unable to breathe. In the cylinders there were 3 minutes of oxygen left. The man ran away, and JJ joined you, putting the snorkel on you. You both came up, coming back to the surface gasping for air. When John B saw you, he helped you and Pope back into the boat. Soon, you're out of the ocean, climbing into John B.'s Twinkie. "My stomach hurts...ouch.. ouch-" you said, holding your stomach. "Maybe you have some blood bubbles..." Pope said, worried. "What?!" you tried to say something else, but Sarah stopped you. "Hold on, we're going to the hospital." reassured Sarah. Meanwhile JJ was having a hard time on the seat: his arm was bleeding slightly, and he was definitely in pain too. When you got to the hospital, the doctors immediately put you and JJ in a red hyperbaric chamber, with two small round windows on the sides. They scanned you, then spoke to the pogues. "They will have to stay here for 12 hours, resting." a doctor said. John B nodded and the Pogues are out of the hospital, returning to their mission. "So 12 hours, huh?" you said a little irritated, but also bored and amused. "And...what will we do?" he asked, a little mischievous. "Dunno...but we'll figure something out..." you said with a smirk, reaching for his hand.