Ross' eyes began to open. There was a very familiar smell in his nostrils. He felt like he had gone out and gotten drunk. His head was pounding. It took him a minute to realize the smell. Of course, chloroform , he remembered it well from his chemistry classes. Could somehow chloroform gotten mixed up in the nitrogen from the scuba tanks? He looked down to see that he was tied to a chair on the deck of a boat that seemed to be sinking.
"Well well, it looks like the professor is awake." said Jesse menacing.
"How the hell did you know who I am , and why are you trying to kill us?" asked Ross angrily.
"It is very simple. I went through your room to find what belongs to me. Dr. Geller. Then I found your wallet. Unfortunately for you, I couldn't find it. You have got to learn rule number one of diving and that is don't stick your fins where they don't belong. Now tell me, where is my money?"questioned Jessie.
Ross tried to play along, " I am a paleontology professor from New York on my honeymoon. I have no idea what you are talking about."
Jesse screamed, "You are not fooling anyone. I saw you diving around my stash and handing it to the pretty one over there. I want it and I want it now. Tell me or blondie goes diving with no tank." he put a gun to the still unconscious'' Rachel 's head.
"Okay man, look it is in the hotel safe. Please just leave us alone , we promise we will leave." begged Ross.
"Nika , Mal the safe," Jessie cried as he threw his tanks on his back. He climbed up onto the railing as the boat 's deck began to cover.
"What about us?" asked Ross as his fins began to be covered with water.
"Well professor I think you know too much. Even though I thank you for watching my money. You could send me and my associates to jail.
So in that case, I think it's time as they said in that great movie , Titantic to enjoy your time left together. But at least you will both go to a watery grave together." Jesse laughed menacingly then he jumped over the side.
"Hon, hon?" whispered Rachel as she started to stir. "My head hurts."
Rachel looked down as her feet were covered with water. The floor was covered with water as well. She turned her head and saw Ross bound to a chair as he struggled with the ropes.
"This doesn't look good, why is the floor all wet and why are we tiedup?" asked Rachel. "The last thing I remember was that Lucy Liu wanna be in the scuba mask put a cloth over my face and now we are on this boat that seems to be sinking." said Rachel worried.
"That's because the boat is sinking. That guy thinks we stole his money on purpose and now since we have seen his face, he has left us for dead." explained Ross.
Rachel started to cry, "Oh God this is it. Emma is going to be raised by Chandler and Monica." she began to wail.
"Don't count us out yet." said Ross as he continued to struggle with the ropes. Using the friction from his wet suit , he managed to make them a little looser. He looked down on his leg to see his dive knife still strapped.
He got loose enough to cut the rope. Then he stood up and the water was now to his waist. Thinking quickly , he untied Rachel.
"There's got to be more tanks down there. You stay here and I will bring one to you. If the water comes up, just float until I get back. I have a feeling this boat is going to be going down fast now."Ross said
He leaned over for a kiss and then held his breath. The fins were just going to slow him down so he kicked them off. Flapping haphazardly, he swam through the lower portals of the ship. He would go from room to room, finding no equiptment .
There was another door so he pulled it open. There were about five tanks and he tried each of them out as he put the regulator in his mouth. If no air came through the line, it was empty. Finding two tanks that were full. He threw one over his shoulders and popped the hose into his mouth. The other he carried as he swam along.
Fully underwater now, Rachel struggled until she saw a dark figure in a wet suit. When she realized it was Ross, she swam over and grabbed the tank. Happily she enhaled the nitrogen, and took Ross' hand.
Slowly they made there way through the lower bowels of the ship. Rachel made sure that bound was not broken. Too much had happened for her and Ross to be separated. Ross pointed to the window as his dark hair waved in the underwater breeze. Bubbles came from his mouth as if it was a warning.
Rachel cautiously floated to the porthole. Her blue eyes were filled with terror. She turned around as if the words came from her mouth in a stream of air.
One word.
Shark!