Post by nekomonga on Nov 27, 2018 2:07:52 GMT
10pm.
Havanna, Cuba.
Preparations were virtually completed but the Cuban lady captain in plain tank top, jeans and life vest triple bit her lip. She shouted and reprimanded sloppy workers in Spanish and English, while she checked all the gear. Diving suits, deep water lights, harpoon guns, ballasts, the crane installed just this week on her small ship. And other tech that would make deep water exploration easier.
Some of the crew were already ready to break out some cigarettes and whiskey. "Oh come on Alejandra, it's just a bunch of American scientists."
"I don't care. I want everyone to be ready to go when they arrive."
Alejandra was anxious. The young woman had been involved in lots of legit research, and shady deals with smuggling between Florida and Cuba... and this 'archeological' expedition was giving her the creeps. She had never heard of these people who had booked her boat and crew, but they had serious cash and serious scheduling needs. These weren't just some American egg-heads from university studying dying corals. But the money meant silence, and silence meant living another day.
She looked at her Rolex out of habit, wondering when their clientel would show up.