The sun was setting in when I arrived in Key Largo to meet my fate. The cool breeze blowing in from the water made me shiver as I surveyed the docks jetting out from the shore. It had been centuries since I’d been here. The last time was about 1715, during the hurricane that caused much damage to the islands. Two Spanish ships sank during the hurricane, and I had been attempting to salvage the sunken cargo on one of the ships.
Now over three hundred years later, I was back. I was currently on assignment working with NASA, who did not know of my alien origin or that I could time travel. While I was on Earth assignment again, I discovered someone related to a woman I cared deeply about during my first assignment was in trouble. I had to help.
Once covered in scrub palmetto and mangroves, the island was now covered with businesses, restaurants, hotels, and marinas. My destination was a marina, and as I arrived, a lone figure walked toward me from the docks. She ambled towards me with the ease of someone used to walking on unsteady boats. Her firefly red hair glinted from under the captain hat she wore pulled down low over her face.
“Jarvis? Captain Jarvis?” She held out her hand as she reached me. I nodded and shook her hand—It was firm.
“You said you had a map with the location of the last two Spanish ships that went down in the 1715 hurricane?” I nodded. She turned. “Then get on board.”
I knew her history better than anyone. Deidre didn’t know I had been keeping track of her family since the 1600s when I met her great-great, several times over grandmother and namesake. Having followed the sea-faring family all those years, I knew that times were hard for them. The fishing business had become a tourist business, and even that wasn’t doing as good as it should. A little research told me they were deeply in debt and about to lose their fleet of sport fishing boats. So, I made some inquiries to find her. I told her I possessed a diary containing the name of her ancestor and the coordinates to a shipwreck filled with gold and that it belonged to her.
Standing on the deck of Deidre’s fifty-foot Bertram sport fisherman, I gave her the coordinates of the Spanish ship that went down. The mate untied the ropes from the dock cleats, and Deidre eased the boat from the dock, heading into the open ocean. After two hours at sea, we arrived at our destination.
Deidre put on scuba gear. “You’re sure about this? I nodded, and she rolled backward over the gunwale into the water and sank out of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, she surfaced, holding a gold coin above her head. The grin on her face said it all.
I helped Deidre, and a salvage crew retrieve the treasure from the sunken galleon. The family I had watched over for so long was now financially secure. It was the least I could do for this Captain Deidre. After all, she was descended from the daughter of the fiery red-headed woman I loved so many centuries ago and her pirate father—me.
My daughter.
Now over three hundred years later, I was back. I was currently on assignment working with NASA, who did not know of my alien origin or that I could time travel. While I was on Earth assignment again, I discovered someone related to a woman I cared deeply about during my first assignment was in trouble. I had to help.
Once covered in scrub palmetto and mangroves, the island was now covered with businesses, restaurants, hotels, and marinas. My destination was a marina, and as I arrived, a lone figure walked toward me from the docks. She ambled towards me with the ease of someone used to walking on unsteady boats. Her firefly red hair glinted from under the captain hat she wore pulled down low over her face.
“Jarvis? Captain Jarvis?” She held out her hand as she reached me. I nodded and shook her hand—It was firm.
“You said you had a map with the location of the last two Spanish ships that went down in the 1715 hurricane?” I nodded. She turned. “Then get on board.”
I knew her history better than anyone. Deidre didn’t know I had been keeping track of her family since the 1600s when I met her great-great, several times over grandmother and namesake. Having followed the sea-faring family all those years, I knew that times were hard for them. The fishing business had become a tourist business, and even that wasn’t doing as good as it should. A little research told me they were deeply in debt and about to lose their fleet of sport fishing boats. So, I made some inquiries to find her. I told her I possessed a diary containing the name of her ancestor and the coordinates to a shipwreck filled with gold and that it belonged to her.
Standing on the deck of Deidre’s fifty-foot Bertram sport fisherman, I gave her the coordinates of the Spanish ship that went down. The mate untied the ropes from the dock cleats, and Deidre eased the boat from the dock, heading into the open ocean. After two hours at sea, we arrived at our destination.
Deidre put on scuba gear. “You’re sure about this? I nodded, and she rolled backward over the gunwale into the water and sank out of sight.
Fifteen minutes later, she surfaced, holding a gold coin above her head. The grin on her face said it all.
I helped Deidre, and a salvage crew retrieve the treasure from the sunken galleon. The family I had watched over for so long was now financially secure. It was the least I could do for this Captain Deidre. After all, she was descended from the daughter of the fiery red-headed woman I loved so many centuries ago and her pirate father—me.
My daughter.
