Chapter 3) "The dagger of Mexico"
"The discovery"
The yacht was anchored inside the relative protection of Hassler's Cove at Isla San Martin off the coast of Mexico.
The trio arrived at dusk and found a perfect spot to drop the hook, Ty made sure the vessel was not dragging anchor, he set the anchor alarm and decided a night watch wasn't necessary as he is a light sleeper and has a monitor in his state room.
The Cove smelled wonder as Ralphie had a slab of baby backs on the grill along with some fresh corn and a mesh seafood rack filled with fresh zucchini and squash from Shell's Garden.
Ralphie slathered the ribs in his homemade BBQ sauce and his stomach rumbled as cracked open his second Modello and took an extra-long pull of the ice-cold brew.
The evening was uneventful except for the churning seas outside the protected cove.
Ty was up first at grey light; he surveyed the conditions and decided a shallow water dive inside the cove would the safest option for the day.
There's an area on the edge of the cove he wanted to try anyway as rumors of Pirates and hidden treasure have circulated over the years.
The rumors were intriguing as they mentioned famous Pirates and the like.
Ty unlatched and swung a power crane over the Starboard side of the vessel and started lowering the large Highfield yacht tender down to the water.
Once the tender was in the water and secured to the swim step of "Salty Soul" he fired the 70HP Yamaha outboard engine and let it idle as he made his way back to the deck.
Shells met him there and handed him a bacon and egg breakfast burrito and a coffee.
She looked stunning in a small pink bikini and nothing else, she already had the wetsuits and other needed gear lined up on the deck.
Ralphie with his fluffy red hair a matted mess and wearing nothing but a boardshort type of bathing suit walked on to the deck and spotted his wife bent over checking the tank air gauges.
His heart skipped a beat while a bolt shot down into his genitalia, he also noticed Ty standing on the dinghy, watching his wife intently, he could have sworn he saw TY rub his crotch but couldn't be certain as the morning sun was bright and he had forgotten his sunglasses inside.
A sharp pang on jealously crept through Ralphie as he pretended not to notice.
The three of them boarded the loaded dinghy and headed for the dive spot, the sides of the dinghy had "Salt Bath" and "T/T MV Salty Soul" hand painted on the sides.
This meant the dingy was named "Salt Bath" a play off the yachts name, the "T/T" stand for "Tender to" the main ship, Motor Vessel Salty Soul.
With then tender anchored the three divers descended about 30 feet and each found a suitable area to explore.
Ty gasped when he saw the handle of an old chest and some shiny objects flashing, the rougher than normal currents has stirred up the sand and exposed something.
Ty started digging around franticly and that's when he saw the dagger, it was surrounded by gold coins and bars but only the dagger stood out.
The dagger was gleaming at him seductively as he reached for it, he took the handle into his palm and felt an instant chill, an instant rush of testosterone, estrogen, progesterone, oxytocin, vasopressin, and other hormones swept through his body.
He absorbed thousands of years of the daggers history in an instant which would have made most decent people want to drop it, but Ty's already deviant personality meshed with the dagger instantly and his grip on the artifact strengthened.
He knew instantly that the dagger had injected some sort of hybrid combination of Incubus
and
Succubus into him.
His cock hardened inside his restricting wet suit to a lever never sustained before, it was throbbing and aching as he started thrusting his hips forward trying to masturbate against the wet suit, he couldn't control himself.
