AnnouncementAlright. Rewrite. Curb your expectations, the chapters will be as long as they need to be, and no more. If they're long, then they're long. If they're short, sorry but that's all I could do. I'm not gonna forcefully stretch these out. Okay? Okay. Cool. Here we go."Do you have everything?" My dad says to me, speaking hurriedly in Japanese, like he often does when he gets worried.

  "Dad, Come on. It's just a week trip to Bermuda. I’m not gonna be gone for months. It’s just a thing for work, and I’ll be back before you know it.” I try to assure the man. Speaking Japanese comes second nature to me, since it’s my first nguage, taught to me by my father. Poor man. I can tell he doesn’t like that I’m going to Bermuda; He was always superstitious, even when I was young. He didn’t even let me whistle at night. It’s fucking weird. “Hanna.” My father said, and I’m snapped out of my reverie by the man coming over and hugging me tight. “I have a bad feeling. Can’t you stay?” He says, speaking quietly. And I have to choke back a gasp when he hugs and speaks so desperately.You have to understand, my father is a stern man. He’s not one for open dispys of affection, never spoke words of love and care. Not to say he doesn’t have his way. He’s always st to eat. Always finds a reason to work on something in the house that makes things more convenient for us. My mother never really…got it. She thought my dad was cold, that he didn’t really love us. She didn’t stick around. I didn’t go with her. Enough about this sob story. I have a career to attend to. My hands come up and pat his shoulders, but ultimately I break free from his embrace. “I have to do this, otōsan.” I slip back into English, but still use the honorific. “This is my chance for a big break, to really make my name known. If someone else scouts that wreck before I get to it, if someone else finds something and I miss out on the discovery…” I trail off. I can see understanding fsh through my father’s eyes.

  Of course, he understands. He works harder than anyone else I know. “Okay.” He says, speaking softly and giving me another hug before pushing me towards the baggage check, the first of the boarding calls for my pne being called. “Call me as soon as you nd.” He says, speaking in English now. My only response is a blown kiss and a wave.

  The Flight was pretty boring. It’s a day-long flight, with two stops, one in California and one in Florida before Landing in Bermuda, and I’m eager to get to work. The museum I work for was kind enough to set me up with a hotel and a driver to where I need to go for meetings, food, and ultimately the dock. The dock that has the boat I’ll be spending the next five days at sea on.

  The crew of the ship seemed nice enough, Some cute guys and a really muscur older woman that makes me feel some kinda way. Curse my bisexual heart. I introduce myself to them, and we get along fine, but we’re all eager to get to work, so we set out. I get it, though, after spending the st twenty hours either cramped in a too-small pne or sitting at a terminal waiting for the pne to refuel.

  The boat hits the water and the skies are retively clear, so we don’t have to worry about anything. Soon enough, we reach the spot reported. The HMS Cerberus, supposedly carrying treasure and even a crown of some sort. The gold will make us rich, but the crown will make us famous. It’s pretty much the most important thing in Bermuda for me. If it were just the coins, I wouldn’t be here, but all research points to this crown being really significant.

  I don’t really trust anyone else but myself to get this thing, and since I specialise in diving as a marine archaeologist, I’m the only one suited for going below the water. Once we weigh anchor, the team tells me that sonar is picking up the wreck. Well a wreck. In all likelihood, even if it is the ship we’re looking for, wet rot would likely have eroded all signifiers of its name or nationality. The only way to be sure is to find the Crown. And so, with a quick strip tease and some cheering from the crew, followed by anguished groans when it was revealed I was wearing my diving suit under my clothes, I put on my rebreather and step off the boat and into the water that is entirely too cold for fucking July.