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"How long?"

"About seven minutes, Mr. Sunis. Don't worry, she be up soon. We 'aven't lost a girl yet..."

The jaguar nodded absently to the bear, still looking at the brilliant blue water shimmering with mid-morning sun. The ocean looked much more intimidating from out here, far more majestic than it had back on the beach, where he could watch strong waves hurtle onto an endless shoreline from a safe distance. Tequiua was just beginning to understand Tahiti and her cultures, but the love and beauty and reverence that her people gave to the mighty Pacific fascinated him to no end.

The schooner dipped suddenly to one side, catching the white crest of a passing wave, and he clutched to the railing tightly, fighting the urge to gag. While the sea was such an object of interest to him, it did not however seem to matter to his stomach. Even safely anchored in about 300 feet of water, the large vessel still swayed and dipped somewhat, enough to make the big cat wish he had passed on the generous coconut, pineapple and rice dish served to him by the girls for breakfast.

Finally a burst of bubbles popped on the surface, and the bronze face of an otter broke through, her mouth letting out a huge gasp, filling her lungs with life-giving air.

"She's up, she's up!" the captain called to the other otters, who quickly stopped chattering amongst themselves and ran to the fore-deck, their webbed feet pattering. Tequiua moved out of the path as a dozen or so arms reached down to the guiding rope and hoisted it and the girl up the side of the schooner until the shivering, dripping-wet otter could step onto the deck, shaking water from her hair and tail. Immediately she fell to her knees, panting hard, her head lowered.

Tequiua had noticed the girl from before, standing on the dock with some of the other divers before the journey out to sea, her long dark hair fluttering in the breeze behind her in several thick tresses, and wearing glistening shark-tooth anklets around strong feet. He'd met quite a few otters on the island already, but Lani seemed to be the most experienced. The fact that she was also the tribal chief's daughter, and assigned to assist in the dives personally, just added to the jaguar's curiosity and appreciation.

"It is there," the water-creature finally sighed after catching her breath. She turned to reach for her thick tail, stroking a few bits of seaweed from around it and rising to her feet. "Quite deep...but I saw," her serious green eyes turned to the jaguar's, "I saw the boat, Mister Sunis..."

"Please, Tek is fine, Lani. But you saw the ship? I mean...it's..."

"The Corona from Spain, I think it is, yes." she replied, running a webbed paw through her hair. "I could swim inside many of the-"

"You went inside?!" Again the jaguar was amazed at the otter's ability.

Lani smiled, showing bright, sharp fangs. "Yes, Tek..."

Tequiua swallowed a little. "I'm just...very impressed. You have an incredible diving talent, Lani. You could have been trapped...the Corona is a maze of corridors and portals..." He tried not to think of this beautiful creature held more than 50 fathoms underwater without air of any kind, and no way to get out. He frowned and admonished her. "Still, it was a bold and foolish thing to do. I would advise you that if you're going to work for my team, you should be more careful, and value your life a bit more in the future. If anything happened to you, I'd..."

He suddenly felt terrible in saying that as the smile ran away from the otter's face, and her whiskers drooped. Quickly he added, "Just please be careful...Tahiti needs more beautiful girls like you...and the chief needs her daughter safe..."

It worked. Lani smiled again, and found something interesting to look at on the deck of the schooner. "I will not forget..." she spoke quietly, and looked back up to his face. She had not met many like Tequiua Sunis before, but there was something about the jaguar that she liked right away. He was not like the other visitors, the ones who had come to the island seeking only sexual gratification, a fantasy, some sort of salacious deviation that she had known for far too long. And though, yes, she had been with others before to help release their desires, she appreciated, silently of course, that Tek was not interested in that. Far from it.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the boat captain climbed down from the helm deck and stood in front of the two. "Mr. Sunis, we have found her. I believe that is enough for half of our payment, as arranged?" The bear hunched forwards slightly, showing immense shoulders. Tek's yellow eyes glittered and a smile came to his face - but it didn't touch his eyes.

"Of course, Samuel. However, there is no proof that Lani did in fact see the vessel, and she did not bring up any evidence of her. I have nothing but her word, and as much as I do dearly want to believe the otter," he turned to face her, "Twenty thousand dollars is far too much a risk. I am sorry, but I need something more ..." He hastily added, "I would never accuse you of anything false, dear lady. We need to be sure, that is all..."

Lani looked troubled at Samuel, folding her paws in front of her, still out of breath. "I can dive again, but I must rest..."

"One of the other girls..."

"No," she shook her head, looking away. "It is too deep; it was nearly too deep for me...but now that we have a location, you can dive with the helmet and hose..." As she spoke, Tequiua's fondness of her grew. Her grasp of English was unlike anything he had heard before. Where the other otters were more prone to stay in their Tahitian tongue, amidst a few chirps and chitters, Lani seemed quite at home with the jaguar's language. It made her seem so much more intelligent and older than all the rest.

"Now ya just wait," the bear growled, coming closer to the otter and settling an arm around her waist. "Someone need go down with him. Make sure he okay..."

And besides, the jaguar thought grimly, you want to make sure I come back up in case I find anything valuable.

Lani sighed, "Then I will go with him; I can stay long enough underwater to show him the entrance to the ship, and he can go in and explore on his own...if I get into any trouble..." Her eyes met the cat's again. "We can share the hose. I can trust you, yes?"

Tequiua swallowed hard. Suddenly the idea of being alone with this sea-beauty in the water played on his senses. She was trusting him with her very life, and the jaguar's heart weighed heavy. He was not the most experienced diver, and his training with the diving helmet and hose seemed like a million years ago. Still...

"You can trust me, Lani," he said quietly, taking a step towards the girl and touching her hip. "I won't let anything happen to you, and...I am very sorry to put you in such a precarious position..."

The otter smiled, and the hint of a blush intruded into the deep chocolate brown of her fur. "It is no...im...imposition..." she spoke clearly, and again the jaguar marveled at her command of their language. "You need to see what is there, if it is indeed the Corona, and what is inside. We will find out together..." Her paw came up to touch the larger feline's, and a bit of a spark went through him, before she turned and walked away, her thick tail swaying and tossing water droplets back and forth. He watched the seaotter bark a few commands to the other girls in Tahitian, and they cleared the deck, going into various parts of the schooner to fetch diving equipment and supplies.

Samuel frowned, "I do not like this. You make my girls work too hard, Mr. Sunis."

"Samuel, if the Corona is indeed there, and has what I hope is in her bowels, I can safely triple my fee - and see to it none of the girls have to dive again in their lives..."

The bear guffawed, slapping the cat's shoulder, and his blue eyes bore into his. "And if not," he chuckled, still laughing, "I'll expect full pay - or you will not return to Tahiti, yah?"

Tequiua smiled faintly. "Mr. Cosa, do not threaten me. I know your kind very well. You prey on the weak to get your way. You hoard money like a drunken fool on a spree, and you know nothing of chivalry or honor. As long as things go exactly to your plans, the rest of the world need not exist. So don't you dare stand there and tell me what YOU want. I am not listening..." he started to turn away, then looked back, "And besides, if something happens to me...well, you get to explain to the tribal chief, and he will see if your story and his daughter's match...am I clear, Mr. Cosa?"

The bear's face hardened into an intense sneer, and then he nodded once and turned away, climbing up the short ladder to the helm to stew. Tequiua turned back to see Lani staring at him, holding a metal diving helmet against her bare bosom.

"You should not anger him, Tek..." she said quietly, coming forward delicately on her toes. "He is not to be trusted. I do not want anything to happen to you..." Setting the helmet carefully down on the deck, she stood up again, her paw brushing against his hip. "I am ready as soon as you are."

Tequiua swallowed hard again, immediately trying to think of any way to postpone things, to think everything over for a night, perhaps with the soft, warm company of Lani snuggled to his side in the bamboo and straw hut. He could not question his infatuation for the girl now, and he felt a stirring inside the white short breeches he wore. He looked fondly at the seaotter as she stood naked in front of him, unabashed, an expectant look on her face, the trace of a smile simply adding to her beauty.

"I am ready."

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He watched out of the glass of the helmet as the young girl stood poised on the side of the boat, spreading her arms out and sucking in breath after breath, filling, emptying and refilling her lungs again. One of the other otters worked with Samuel at the pumps, while two others began feeding foot after foot of a large, thick rubber hose over the side.

After the tenth breath, Lani turned to Tequiua and nodded. With a quick wave to the others, she smiled and dove from the deck, slicing through the water with barely a splash. The jaguar saw a brief shimmer of brown legs, webbed feet kicking, her long tail slashing through deep water, and then she was gone.

Quickly Tequiua was equipped with a small sheath at his hip, tied above his breeches, sporting a rather sharp knife, and then led to the edge of the deck to the ladder. As he was lowered down there was a quick flash of fear as the water started to descend over him, and he instinctively caught his breath until the acrid, but welcome air started to come through the helmet.

As he started downwards, he found the helmet quite cumbersome, leaving him limited visibility unless he turned his head. He spotted the seaotter far below him, kicking deeper and deeper . He'd never seen a dive quite like this, so effortless and graceful. There has to be something in the genes, he thought to himself, and kept his eyes focused on her as best as he could, until she again was lost against the deep blue of the ocean. He turned his head to look back up and saw he was about five fathoms down. The coiling red hose floated around him, bunching up in places until the descent straightened the length out again.

About 20 fathoms down he suddenly heard a clanking against the side of the head and turned to see Lani giggle a few bubbles, waving to him. He laughed inside of his helmet and tapped the glass back at her, before the seaotter turned and kicked downwards. Tequiua watched the naked girl, transfixed, every strong kick of her legs giving him a pleasing, teasing view of her aroused folds, the bobble of generous coconut breasts, and a long stream of black hair nearly covering her back.

He began to get an uncomfortable erection nestled inside his breeches. He could feel himself becoming hard, strong, filled with want and lust. There was an unconscious urge to pull away from the helmet, tackle the girl, and while she struggled, yank down his breeches and take her from behind, as deep as he possibly could.

He knew the way the seaotters made love in Tahiti. He'd heard wild, wet stories that had kept him up the previous night fondling himself. About how the male seaotter would grab the girl from behind and dive while entering her warm sex, and hold them both underwater as deep as they could go without air, until orgasm was achieved. He'd also heard of couples drowning that way too. Either the male or female would be unable to make it to the surface before their lungs burst and salty, cold water filled their bodies.

He violently pushed all these thoughts aside and jerked his head down, getting a bearing on his position. There! He could see Lani about five fathoms ahead of him, churning strong legs slowly back and forth as she continued her dive. He wondered suddenly if Lani had partaken in such underwater passions. Nervously, he swiped a hand across his breeches, touching his strong sex through the cotton. Yes, he would love to hear the girl's stories, especially one as well-versed as her!

Presently he could see the sandy, rugged bottom of the ocean vaguely coming into view below him, and he reached up with a glove to jerk hard at the hose once, indicating the others on deck to slow down. As he felt his boots touch the bottom he gave two quick jerks, arresting the hose's descent immediately. He turned his head from side to side, trying to look for the girl. The murky depths offered little sunlight, even in the clear waters here, and he lumbered slowly across the sand and craggy rocks, taking a few steps in every direction.

A wave of panic set over him as he realized how deep he was, and started breathing a bit faster, suddenly feeling the helmet more as a constrictive, abhorrent parasite, and not his life-giving apparatus. He saw a flash of movement from the corner of his eyes and turned to see the seaotter girl smiling at him, pointing to her throat, and then at him. Tequiua swallowed, watching the beautiful creature floating in front of him like a vision, and nodded slowly to show that he was alright. Lani nodded and then waved, beckoning the jaguar to follow her, and he trudged after her across the bottom.

Looming from out of the depths, he saw it, about 50 yards away - the ghostly, faint outline of a huge vessel, the large wooden spar of the main sail mast askew, laying across the bow of the ship in defeat. Lani floated just at the keel of the sunken hulk, kicking her legs slowly back and forth as she gripped around a few pieces of broken-off wood, looking wide-eyed at their find. The jaguar finally was able to join her after a few more moments, and quickly reached out to pet her just above her tail-base, signaling her to surface.

The seaotter shook her head, petting one of her breasts gently, indicating she was fine to stay down, and Tequiua frowned, watching the otter-girl kick away and head to a large gaping hole at the side of the ship. He followed as fast as he could, his eyes scanning the side of the ship for anything -- there! Across the side, part of the painted letters ripped away, he read "COR". Lani pointed to the letters and then smiled at him again, a few silver bubbles slipping from around her lips. Before he could gesture to her again to surface, she was swimming through the opening.

"Lani!" he screamed in his mind, and quickly poked his head in to look for her. The sense of isolation washed over him again as he gripped firmly around the splintered wood and pulled himself inside. He did not know how long the hose would continue to feed, and he feared pulling too hard - or ripping his lifeline on a sharp splinter.

"Damn it, Lani, come back..." he moaned to himself, trudging across the ruined floor of the galleon and seeing a few small rooms at either side. He spotted a pair of brown webbed feet scissoring into one of the rooms ahead of him and staggered across the floor, side-stepping several compartments and jagged pieces of wood to join the girl.

She was kneeling on the floor, his back to him, her thick tail swaying gently to and fro as she inspected a copper pan. Occasionally Tequiua watched a few bubbles trickle from her, and he marveled once again at the beautiful creature's ability to hold breath. Watching her hair billow around her like a huge black halo was giving him another tight erection in his breeches, and he struggled with sudden hot lust as he walked towards her.

Lani looked over her shoulder and smiled, letting out a bubbly churrr, her green eyes lidded. She pointed at the pan, then at a few of the shelves and drawers scattered around them, indicating there was probably more of the same. Perhaps this was the galley.

Tequiua nodded, understanding, and motioned to the seaotter urgently, jabbing his thumb up several times. Lani shook her head, the soft smile never leaving her face, and pushed off of the floor, doing a somersault in front of him and swimming past, her rudder-tail brushing across his hip and just swiping across the front of his trunks as she left the room.

"Lani...this is no time for games!" Tequiua angrily growled to himself. When they returned to the surface, he fully intended to admonish the girl for such foolhardy antics so deep below the sea. He hastily trudged after her again, and found her paused, floating in front of another compartment opening. She seemed to be gesticulating wildly, flailing her arms.

The jaguar was suddenly terrified. Had her air given out? Was he about to watch this beautiful girl drown? Quickly he reached out, getting a hold of one of the door handles, and launched himself forward as hard as he could, floating up to and grabbing the sea-otter's arm, trying to pull at her.

He looked into her eyes, which were wild with alarm, and she gestured behind her. "What is it?" He cried out silently, and then he saw what was wrong. Her hair had gotten tangled up around a mesh of jagged iron from the compartment door, holding her fast. He gasped, nearly holding his breath himself. They'd been underwater at least six minutes, and he knew the girl had used up quite a lot of her stored air and energy just making the dive. Lani burbled at him, reaching behind her head, trying in vain to yank herself free, her eyes like shining lanterns of terror.

Then Tequiua remembered the knife at his side. He quickly tried to calm Lani down, laying a hand against her cheek, and it seemed to help. The sea-otter's thrashing and writhing lessened and he pressed up against her body to work over her shoulder, taking the blade to the long tawny strands of hair. Lani lifted her legs up and then wrapped them around his waist as he worked, to steady herself from floating too much. Tequiua swallowed hard as her bare body now pressed tightly against him, her face against his shoulder, her breasts nestled against his bare chest. Her cheeks bulged as she strained to hold stale air in her lungs.

Her legs felt so warm, strong enough to grab onto a coconut and probably crush it, he thought to himself, and his sex flared into a hard, hot iron. He felt the strong erection trapped in soft cotton suddenly more alive than it had been in years. As he knifed carefully through the strands, she began to struggle again, fighting now to keep her air. Her struggles started a warm friction between them, her bare, blossoming sex opening up, the folds pulled apart, exposing pink, hot heaven, rubbing effortlessly against his arousal. He felt the swollen knob of his sex slip free from his breeches, and he started breathing heavily as it touched and then rubbed the tender warmth of the sea-otter's heat, brushing against the hood, along the cleft, and then bumping against the nub of her titillated clit.

God, she is so warm, Tequiua moaned soundlessly in his head, and the girl's thighs started to spasm a bit. The touch of his sex upon her clit, flesh upon flesh, was almost more than he could stand and it triggered his erection into a pulsing, pounding jut of flesh, nearly half out of his breeches now. The girl burbled against his shoulder, and he felt a tickle of bubbles across his fur. She was biting him!

At first, he thought she was losing her senses, deciding that he was now her killer and not her savior, and trying to attack him. But the grip on his shoulder wasn't deep, and the fangs weren't breaking through the fur to his skin. Then he heard the girl cry out and suddenly jerk against him hard, a tumult of bubbles rocketing from her parted lips. He felt almost incredible heat suddenly around his sex, and the sea-otter quivered hard in his arms, now thrashing against his groin, her clit spanking against the swollen tip of his erection over and over again - until it was finally covered and then pulled into her body.

"Hhh-hhhuuuhh..." the big cat moaned inside his helmet, feeling the end of his sex savagely gripped and seized upon as the beautiful sea-otter began to ride on his length, wrapping her arms around him and biting his shoulder. All thoughts of rescuing the sea beauty left him as his own hands cupped around her behind, gripping taut, strong cheeks against his palms, and he started bucking back against her wildly.

Her heat squeezed several times around his lust, and the friction became incredibly soft, like his sex was dipping into sweet, hot oil. A wave of pleasure washed over him, and he suddenly gripped Lani as hard as he could, reaching climax without warning, his erection pumping seed into her over and over. The sea-otter cried out again and added her juices, her walls quivering around his sex, clenching, nearly choking his hot shaft.

They held each other until the rest of his seed jerked from him, and she slowly lifted herself up from around his length. A milky trail of tendrils from their joining danced and floated around their bodies, and she wrapped her legs around him again, looking into his eyes, a burst of bubbles coming from her mouth.

She could not hold her breath any longer. Like a tired dancer, her head lolled forward and against his chest, her eyes still lidded, as if she was going to sleep against her lover's embrace.

In a panic, the jaguar hastily started ripping through her hair, cutting strand after strand. Finally the knife was doing its work, sawing through each tangled tress, and with one last jerk, the sea-otter tumbled forward and into his arms. The jaguar lost his footing and fell backwards, still holding the unconscious girl in her arms. Thinking quickly, or perhaps not thinking at all, he gripped his life-giving hose atop his helmet and yanked with all his might. A huge glut of bubbles poured forth as the hose was detached and he quickly pulled the end of the hose to Lani's parted mouth.

Come on, love...breathe...please, for me...

The girl wasn't breathing. Tequiua cried out and took the end of the hose into his mouth, jamming it past his lips in sudden pain, and sucking in as deeply as he could, swallowing a mouthful of water and trying not to cough. He then let go and grabbed Lani's face in both of his hands, pressing his mouth against hers, his lips trying to form a tight seal, before blowing his air slowly into her mouth.

Lani...please...no, please...

He repeated the intimate breath-giving for several seconds, taking hard pulls of the air, and trying to force-feed it. On the last gulp of air, Lani's eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling the jaguar's mouth around hers, and she wrapped her arms around him, drinking in his air greedily, bubbling through her nose. Tequiua almost gasped out in relief and hugged her tightly to him, earning a warm burbly churrrr and a soft nuzzle against his cheek. He indicated the useless helmet, and pointed to his chest, already feeling the effects of his extended dive and the cold press of the ocean's depths against his body.

Quickly Lani pulled at his arm, bringing him against her body once more, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply, sharing a few puffs of her stored air. Together they left the hose and helmet behind, the sea-otter swimming expertly upwards, guiding the jaguar, every so often pausing to give him another kiss of extended life.

After what seemed like an eternity, the pair emerged from the surface, coughing, gasping hard, hugged tightly around one another. There were a few excited shouts from the deck and a rope was fed down to them. Tequiua clung to the bottom of the ladder, and watched as the sea-otter pulled herself up to the waiting arms, and then followed her, landing in a sopping heap on the deck beside her as the rest of the crew ran to them, helping them both to their feet.

"Mr. Sunis! You okay? You had us worried, mon!" Samuel was slapping his back hard. "The hose, it come up, and you did not. We feared the worst." His blue eyes became metallic, sharp. "Did you find her? Was the girl telling true, yah?"

The jaguar looked over at the trembling sea-otter, surrounded by the other girls kneeling beside her as she sat down with a blanket, still coughing. After a moment, she lifted her head up, meeting his eyes. The same soft smile crept over her face and she felt her heart still pounding fast.

Absently she rubbed across her tingling crotch, where the jaguar's sex had been only moments ago. Her inner walls squeezed hard, feeling a run of salt-water and the mixture of heat from their joining inside of her suddenly well to her folds, and she bit her lip as she looked at him intently, sliding a few digits gently over her cleft underneath the blanket.

"No..." Tequiua said, his yellow eyes flashing briefly as he continued looking at Lani. "There was...no galleon...it...it was a sunken cargo ship...recent," he licked his lips and then found Samuel's face again. "It was not the Corona."

Samuel's expression changed to anger. "You make my girls dive for nothing! We go now!" He threw his arms up, exasperated, and tore past the group of girls, cursing. Tequiua watched him go, then turned towards Lani, kneeling beside the sea-otter and touching her shoulder.

"Are...you alright, Lani? I was so worried..."

She churred softly, turning her head to touch noses with the jaguar, still out of breath. "Tek..." she whispered, "why...do you not tell them? We...we found it, we found the treasure, it was there...inside that room. I...I saw..." she swallowed and felt the cat's whiskers brush across her cheek, and heard his purring.

"Lani..." Tequiua said shyly, reaching for her paw to hold, "We found it...we know it is there and...that's... that's good enough for me..."

She smiled, pressing her nose to his cheek and giving him a soft kiss. "When we return...you must explain to my father..."

"I will," he replied eagerly, and squeezed her hand. "I will tell him that it was the wrong ship and-"

"No," Lani started to giggle, and her webbed digits caressed his mouth. "I meant...you must explain to him why you want to marry me..."

Tequiua's eyes became as wide as saucers, and then he smiled sheepishly, leaning forward. "Oh...I...yes, yes of course, Lani..." He started to chuckle, and they held a simple kiss between them, "I seem to have found two treasures today..."

The sea-otter snuggled in against his chest, curling her legs up, and together they watched the late afternoon sun as the schooner headed back through choppy white waves to the shore in the distance.

END