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Authors: Cherry Adair
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wait to come back. It took everything in him not to start fanning the sand for more right that second.
Patience, he reminded himself. Everything would stil be there at the end of the week when they come back.
The huge timbers of the Vrijheid had broken apart over the centuries, but if one had a good imagination, one could see the shape and size of her. Most of the timbers had been eroded away by time and teredo worms, and shifted out of whack by hurricanes and storms over the centuries. To Zane, she was absolutely beautiful.
He pointed out a forty-pound cannon and two twenty-pounders. Teal didn·t look too excited by the conglomerate-covered cannon. It was impossible to identify them, disguised as they were by the hard material formed by centuries of chemical reaction with the metal.
But he·d save that revelation for when they came back.
He indicated they go al the way around the wreck, and she immediately swam by his side.
The chirps and swishing sounds of fish mingled with the sound of their aerators into a kind of white noise, heightening Zane·s sense of sight. The colors of the fish and coral were intensified underwater. He never tired of it. He touched Teal·s arm to indicate the slow passage of a parrot fish as big as his hand, with a bright blue tail and matching side streaks as it glided by.
He pointed down and took her to see more of the cubed items once held by crates. His hands itched to see what those boxes contained. He estimated what he·d need to bring down with him next time so that he could retrieve them intact if possible.
The contents could be anything. Emeralds? Artifacts? Gold? Silver. Not hing?
The anticipation alone was sweet.
God. He wanted to start today . Now. This very second. He glanced at his digital air gauge.
The tanks weren·t even down by half yet, but if the Decrepit stayed at anchor here much longer there might be a feeding frenzy. Other salvage operators would be down here scooping up his find, his treasure. He wanted to blur the trail a little, lead his many fol owers on a little chase. Play a little bait and switch game to amuse himself while he was at it.
Reluctantly he pointed up.
* * *
It was after eleven, and the stars were out in ful force. Zane stood at the propane barbecue gril on the aft deck, doing a quick post -dinner cleanup. Tiny lights, strung around the railings, swagged through the cleats, twinkled, but they were no match for the bright stars glittering overhead. Music drifted out of the salon, and the water lapped against the hul .
Calm seas, good friends, and the intoxicating anticipation of a successful dive. The good life.
His magic cloak was fitting just fine, thank you very much. He inhaled deeply and felt an intense contentment permeate his entire body. Life was fucking superb .
He heard a soft intake of breath and turned his head to see Teal standing in the doorway of the salon. Óh, I didn·t see you there«µ she trailed off, half inside and half out.
Ćome and join me,µ he told her softly. Ńights like this are so perfect they just beg to be shared.µ
Stunningly, he couldn·t think of anyone else he·d rather be sharing it with right then.
She hesitated, then padded over to join him at the rail. She stared out at the twinkle of the stars dancing on the dark water and let out a little breath. ´Beautiful.µ
She was beautiful. Zane·s heartbeat stuttered as he took in the curve of her cheek, a nd the dark fringe of her lashes as she looked at blackness beyond the deck where they stood. She was a good six feet away, but he smel ed the fresh scent of soap on her skin, a combo of floral and musk that made him think of hot nights and cool sheets.
She wore a pink tank top that showed the tantalizing slope of her breasts, and plaid shorts that accentuated her long pale legs. Ready for bed. He bet she hadn·t expected to see him when she stepped outside.
Zane leaned over to rest his forearms on the rail and turned his head away from what he wanted
Patience, he reminded himself. Everything would stil be there at the end of the week when they come back.
The huge timbers of the Vrijheid had broken apart over the centuries, but if one had a good imagination, one could see the shape and size of her. Most of the timbers had been eroded away by time and teredo worms, and shifted out of whack by hurricanes and storms over the centuries. To Zane, she was absolutely beautiful.
He pointed out a forty-pound cannon and two twenty-pounders. Teal didn·t look too excited by the conglomerate-covered cannon. It was impossible to identify them, disguised as they were by the hard material formed by centuries of chemical reaction with the metal.
But he·d save that revelation for when they came back.
He indicated they go al the way around the wreck, and she immediately swam by his side.
The chirps and swishing sounds of fish mingled with the sound of their aerators into a kind of white noise, heightening Zane·s sense of sight. The colors of the fish and coral were intensified underwater. He never tired of it. He touched Teal·s arm to indicate the slow passage of a parrot fish as big as his hand, with a bright blue tail and matching side streaks as it glided by.
He pointed down and took her to see more of the cubed items once held by crates. His hands itched to see what those boxes contained. He estimated what he·d need to bring down with him next time so that he could retrieve them intact if possible.
The contents could be anything. Emeralds? Artifacts? Gold? Silver. Not hing?
The anticipation alone was sweet.
God. He wanted to start today . Now. This very second. He glanced at his digital air gauge.
The tanks weren·t even down by half yet, but if the Decrepit stayed at anchor here much longer there might be a feeding frenzy. Other salvage operators would be down here scooping up his find, his treasure. He wanted to blur the trail a little, lead his many fol owers on a little chase. Play a little bait and switch game to amuse himself while he was at it.
Reluctantly he pointed up.
* * *
It was after eleven, and the stars were out in ful force. Zane stood at the propane barbecue gril on the aft deck, doing a quick post -dinner cleanup. Tiny lights, strung around the railings, swagged through the cleats, twinkled, but they were no match for the bright stars glittering overhead. Music drifted out of the salon, and the water lapped against the hul .
Calm seas, good friends, and the intoxicating anticipation of a successful dive. The good life.
His magic cloak was fitting just fine, thank you very much. He inhaled deeply and felt an intense contentment permeate his entire body. Life was fucking superb .
He heard a soft intake of breath and turned his head to see Teal standing in the doorway of the salon. Óh, I didn·t see you there«µ she trailed off, half inside and half out.
Ćome and join me,µ he told her softly. Ńights like this are so perfect they just beg to be shared.µ
Stunningly, he couldn·t think of anyone else he·d rather be sharing it with right then.
She hesitated, then padded over to join him at the rail. She stared out at the twinkle of the stars dancing on the dark water and let out a little breath. ´Beautiful.µ
She was beautiful. Zane·s heartbeat stuttered as he took in the curve of her cheek, a nd the dark fringe of her lashes as she looked at blackness beyond the deck where they stood. She was a good six feet away, but he smel ed the fresh scent of soap on her skin, a combo of floral and musk that made him think of hot nights and cool sheets.
She wore a pink tank top that showed the tantalizing slope of her breasts, and plaid shorts that accentuated her long pale legs. Ready for bed. He bet she hadn·t expected to see him when she stepped outside.
Zane leaned over to rest his forearms on the rail and turned his head away from what he wanted
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