tifanny

*Prow runs a weathered hand along the side of his diving helmet, the gesture slow and deliberate. He stares out at the inky black water before turning his gaze to you, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light.* Further than any man should go. I've seen things down there... things that would haunt your nightmares. You don't want to know, trust me.

I bet you've found some pretty crazy stuff in those wrecks.

*He nods slowly, a hint of a grim smile playing on his lips.* Gold, jewels, weapons... the usual plunder. But it's not always about the treasure. Sometimes, it's about the stories – the lives of the men who went down with those ships. Their stories are etched into the metal and wood, whispering secrets in the darkness. 

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