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rock straight down ten meters, where there was the bottom. There were many interesting things on this bottom. Aside from an old bike there were old rifles, old swords and other little and good. There were a lot of old weapons, these came from the time when the pirates ravaged in the Caribbean. I swam in further circles and there were also skeletons that probably were from the same time as the weapons. It was so interesting that for a while I forgot my real matter.

  The Spanish galions sailed from South America to Europe with the gold demanded by the Spanish regents. In the waters around the Caribbean Islands there were opportunities for pirates and seafarers to hijack the Spanish ships. It was not just lawless pirates, most and greatest were sponsored by other countries' governments.

  In the mid-17th century, it might be most famous by all pirates, Henry Morgan. In August 1670 he collected 36 ships and 2000 buccanjers to take Panama as one of Spain's braces. But then there had been peace between England and Spain why Morgan was imprisoned and brought to England. A couple of years later, relations between the countries deteriorated and Morgan was appointed governor of Jamaica.

  There were also a few famous female pirates. Anne Bonny abandoned her true husband and joined the pirate Calico Jack. She dressed in men's clothes and fought like a man and participated among the first when the other ships were boarded.

  In this case, Governor Rogers was in Jamaica, who ordered that Calico Jack be captured. Anne Bonny and another female pirate, Maria Read, were also captured and then their female sex was revealed. They were also treated especially since both were with children then.

  When Calico Jack was to be hanged, he was given a special favor to meet Anne one last time. Anne then said she was sorry to see him there but if "he had been slain like a man he would not have to hang there like a dog".

  Here, in the lagoon, there were weapons that could be from the time the pirates quarreled in these waters. But no remains from modern times apart from the old bike. Even though there were many interesting things on that bottom, I was still extremely misguided.

  It seemed so natural and obvious that it was down here that Jens hid the bags with diamonds. It could also explain why Jens had not retrieved the treasure earlier, of course, he needed help to bear it. Even though all the conclusions were correct, it was completely wrong. Not a single gem in sight.

  The people on the surface had, of course, seen how I irradiated the headlamp and made their conclusions. When I eventually got to the surface, they were a little prepared for the problem.

  "Drop down a professional, take a look at other buns," exclaims Sir Randolph indignantly. "You do not correct the sense of rubies and emeralds and such!"

  Raffe goes down but returns unjustified. He took up a sword as we inspected more or less expertly. Sir Randolph had seen some similar weapons, claiming that they originated from the later part of the 18th century. He had at least discovered a tunnel that should be connected to the sea.

  "I'm watching!" I immediately offered and jumped into the water. I follow Raffe's instructions, but I'm working hard against the power to move on. It was of course the tide that now changed from ebb to river. In the end I come to the tunnel opening and see the daylight, turn off the headlight, go up to the surface and take a look at the surroundings.

  Here I meet the next surprise. I arrived on the other side of the eastern outskirts of Mosquito Bay, except view from the yachts as anchored outside Booby Island. But judge of my surprise when I'm just 50 meters away sailing a tugboat, it actually resembles that used by Björn in Singapore. It was not the same boat I saw soon, but on the other hand, Björn is on board. And Jens. And Maria.

  "What in the world?" I think the hell. I'm so excited that I'm lying and splashing without thinking what to do. Björn and Jens are wearing diving equipment and they know where to look. While I lie in the water, thinking of Bjorn's eyes on me. He scares something to Jens in an incomprehensible language for me. It makes me quickly dive to get back to my friends.

  First, it takes a good while to find the entrance to the tunnel, I had driven a bit when I lay on the surface and philosophized. But when I get close, just follow the power and try to control between sharp rocks and rocks. St. Kitts is a volcanic island, consisting of old lava, stiffened in different formations.

  I'm in a hurry, a protruding rock tip makes my air hose stuck, the mouthpiece is worn out of the mouth and the hose is punctured. I stuck for a moment but managed to get rid of me. The air bubbles out before the tailgate hits. I'm struggling with the nozzle, but I do not get that way. Instead, I get some air from the damaged air hose, but in this way I can not get any longer stretches.

  Meanwhile I float upwards and to my surprise there is a water surface and an air pocket between the water and the roof of the tunnel. So far all well. With the headlamp I shine around and here is actually a nice sandy beach a bit away. Because I can not go underwater, I rise ashore. Maybe I can repair the equipment to continue later.

  There are also leftovers from previous visits. Beer cans and plastic bags speak their clear language that visitors were from modern times. If there were visitors from our time this should mean there is an easier way to get into the cave. Thus there is a cave opening that ends on shore. I can not fix the dive rushing because I dump it into the water and instead I crawl through the cave against the supposed opening.

  As I carefully peer through the bushes, I see the tugboat and also see two divers in a rubber boat heading for me. Of course, if my diving equipment worked, I would have taken that way back. On a sunbathing beach with minimal bushes I have to try to hide from Jens and Björn and take me back to ours. They should have been worried at this time.

  All I can do is of course that it's possible to sneak around the hill out of sight for everyone else. The last mohican would be impressed by my creeping and creeping bushes and rocks. A bit up on the hill there is a crank where I squeeze down my tired body.

  The dinghy with Jens and Björn lands just below the cave where I have just arrived. That's why we did not find one diamond in our cave, there was another cave and that was the one that Jens had used. Jens and Björn disappear with some effort into the cave and I get an idea.

  "Against the tugboat!" I think and sneak down to the beach. That my friends would be worried because I had gone so far I did not think about it at the time.

  I may be able to swim out to the boat and investigate things my mind is. It's hot in the water and just a hundred yards from the beach is Little John, the tugboat. On board, Maria, if I did not look wrong. Getting on board the tugboat is also no problem, it's low in the water and the truck tires that serve as fenders are excellent as a ladder. I'm on board but see no man. I now feel that I should have some weapons and therefore pick up a wrench that someone forgot on the deck. There may be people on board actually.

  With the wrench in my hand I sneak at the wheelhouse where I hear a voice. In smattering Spanish, Maria has contact with the outside world via mobile phone. I do not understand what she is talking about but she seems upset. I let her talk well after which I am happy to say goodbye

  "Hey hottie!"

  For the first time since I met Maria she was actually afraid. I almost forgot how nice she was. She was dressed in an sleeveless, colorful linen and tight long pants. With locked eyes she stares at me for a second before her face breaks out in a wide smile.

  "Hi, good looking," she replies. "No but Him, what are you doing here?" Great fun to meet you. How are you these days?"

  She picked up from the surprise extremely quickly and now she conversed as if we had a cocktail party. Interesting person, Maria.

  "Hay," I interrupted, "why are you on board here? I have searched you by phone and thought you would be in our group. Do not we have the same employer, right? "I was angry that she was here. Any kind of jealousy felt like it was not really motivated. "And now I find you in enemy camp. How is your loyalty really? "

  "That was the longest speech I heard from you. If you're mad you can jump into the lake again. "
Maria laughs wide and I'm ashamed of my outbreak. Maria is smart, like chameleon, she has starred at the Mexican knife mafia, with me and now with Jens and Björn. It makes me wonder if she's really looking for beautiful diamonds and focusing on the group she believes has the best prerequisites to succeed.

  "How did you find Jens and Björn?" I ask.

  "You have good resources," she replies cryptically. "I'm grateful if you're coming to land right away. Here you have nothing to download."

  "Hey there, do you mean you've left us?"

  "I must, I have my mission to think about," she says, pushing her well-torn body against my wetness. She gives me a long and deep kiss and plays with my tongue in my mouth so I get completely knee weak.

  "You with me now," she urges and gives me a slight hug so I fall into the water. During the kiss she had maneuvered me against the railing without noticing it so it just needed a light puff after the kiss.

  "No, but Maria," I complain from the water, "we can talk through this," I appeal.

  "In hell," I answer. She is aiming at me with a hail to emphasize her call.

  "Ok, OK, I'm catching the beacon. It's nice." I swim to land and consider whether I'm going to sabotage the rubber boat that should be inside the cave. I abstain because I have now received a bad conscience. My friends have to be