Behave yourself

As tempting as it might be, you don’t want to ruin Gemma’s show with unscripted groping. She wants to record a treasure hunt, not a body inspection. You trail back to give her some more space to work.

Just as you slow your pace, you notice the Aussie is slowing as well. You look at her to see if she is slowing for you, but her attention is on her metal detector. She stops to look around and finds you. She turns to you and points down excitedly. Her detector has found something!

You swim around so that you can get a good view of her tamping onto the sand, checking to see if there is anything on the upper layer. The small particles billow up in the water, creating an underwater cloud. When it dissipates, you can see Gemma’s hand sifting through the sand underneath. She scans the spot again, then takes out her shovel. She starts to dig a bit and tests the piles that she just dug up. One pile she sifts through, then pauses and pulls something up. You can see her eyes widen through the goggles of her snorkel. Her entire body shakes and you hear a muffled cry.

Gemma immediately bursts up to the surface and you chase after her. She is gasping for air and laughing hysterically when you break through the water.

“What?! What is it?!” you call out to her.

She pulls the camera in close so she is face first into the lens, then holds up her find to it. Her eyes are wide with madness. “Treshah!” she cries out, giddily.

There is a golden flicker between her fingers as she holds up a large coin. It looks old and weathered. You can barely make out that it is a coin from the faint markings of what you can only guess to be stamped text.

“I bet there’s more down there!” Gemma says, frantically, looking down at the spot she found her prize. She holds out her hand and says, “Give me the tank!” You hold the tank by its straps in the water while Gemma swims into it and straps in. You swap masks, then Gemma heads back down to search for more while you film from near the surface, breathing through the snorkel.

Gemma spends a good while underwater, scanning intensely for more coins. She manages to find a couple of more, holding them up to you and pumping her fists excitedly for each one. Each coin leads to more time spent looking for more. Like a bloodhound, hot on the trail, she diligently scans the sea bed for any signs of metal. By the time she calls an end to her hunt, the sun is cresting over the horizon, beaming a reddish orange hue over the entire inlet.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Gemma chants excitedly as you both trudge to the shore. She clutches her satchel protectively in one hand while holding onto her detector in the other. Once she is out of the water, she sprints over to the display slab where you left her other finds. You kick off your flippers and race after her.

When you arrive, the treasure hunter already has her bounty laid out on the slab.

“Check it out!” she says to the camera excitedly, “These look like the real deal! Gold coins! Probably pirate coins! If these are authentic, I bet they’re worth at least a couple grand each!” She holds up her hands out, “Look et me! I’m literally shaking!” Her arms visibly tremble as she tries to keep them steady.

Gemma picks up the coins again and starts to kiss them. “Oh my God! I can’t believe we found these! OK! I’m signing off! Time to celebrate!”

You shut the camera off. “And we’re out,” you tell her.

“John! Oh my God! You are my lucky charm!” she says to you, hopping onto you for a big hug.

“Was this a really big find?” you ask, taken aback by her exuberance.. And her soft flesh pressed against yours..

“The beegest!” she cries out, jumping back onto the sand. “I nevah thought in a million years that I’d find ACTUAL pirate treshah!”

“So… Do I get a cut of the booty?” you ask, teasingly.

Gemma smiled. She laid out the coins, one by one, on the treasure slab, then turned to you. “You can pick any one item on the table,” she offered.

Perking up at the taking home a prize, you lean in to peruse the goods. As you do, Gemma’s eyes narrow and her lips curl into a more lurid grin. She seats herself onto the slab and crosses her legs seductively.