SCUBA and PotC?

by Meriwether Weslar

This is a fic of me, Meriwether, getting intertwined in the world of PotC. It has many SCUBA terms scattered in it, especially the first chapter, so bear with me, you don’t need to be a SCUBA expert to get my fic! (This is my first ME fic! heh)

1. Default Chapter

The sunny Caribbean, most people think of it as a place to relax and have fun, but me, oh no, I go to the Caribbean for work. My name is Meriwether Welser, twenty five years old, and a Marine Biologist. I may as well be described as a skinny short girl who looks like she is only a sophomore in high school. In Florida, I have a small house, my little bungalow, but sometime's I'll take a week and go to the Caribbean for research. This was one of those times.

I was in the ocean, studying a brain coral, off the coast of a famous island. The importance of the island had been washed away like so many tides. Though the importance had been washed away, it was my favorite island out of the whole Caribbean. Intriguing and hidden away from the modern world, marooned men must have died there, treasure could be waiting to be dug up. I could only imagine.

Looking down at my gauge, it told me that I only had the tiniest bit of air left. Brain corals really could get me in trouble, I forget everything to watch them, especially the time. Coral's will be the death of me, I thought as I slowly made an emergency ascent to the surface. Using the bit of air that was left, I inflated my BCD. The only choice I had was to swim to the island.

"Great," I muttered under my breath. "This isn't what I expected to do." My plane back to Key Largo was set for the day after tommorow. I shuddered to think that I might be marooned, by my lack of wit.

When I got to the island, I was surprised to find some a little town of people. Maybe the secret that made this island famous had been found! Yet the people were dressed as those would have around the early Caribbean, when pirates ruled the seas.

I tapped the shoulder of a man walking past me. When he saw me, I thought he was going to faint. His face paled. "Excuse me," I asked him. "Do you know what time it is?"

The man looked me over and said, "It's after four, tis all I know." I was surprised to hear his rich English accent.

Starting to get curious, I asked him, "If you please sir, and the date?"

"The tenth of September, 1789."