December 2001, El Capitan looked into the eyes of El Viejo and said, "It's time. Time to dive Cayman Salvager."

El Viejo (aka Roger) rose from his seat on the empty dive boat and said, "I'm ready."
The boat was empty because it was not a happy time for the islands. People preferred to stay home, and trusted not the travel by air.

El Viejo knew in 1985 The Cayman Salvager sank off the waters of Key West. Originally it rested on her side. Later a hurricane moved the great ship into an upright position. Hurricanes were common in this part of the world. One must get used to them. El Viejo scanned the horizon. The sky was empty.

"Good," he thought. "No hurricanes this dive."

El Viejo tested the second stage regulator. He took two breaths. It made a reassuring sound.
He was satisfied, and looked into the eyes of Mujer. The eyes of Mujer were as blue as the ocean.
Mujer (aka Mandy) trusted El Viejo. El Viejo trusted Mujer. Silently they signaled each other, and they entered the ocean.

The ocean felt good after the hot morning sun. The two lovers exchanged 'OK signs' and started their descent. The divemaster had prepared a line for them. The line ran from the dive ship to the bow of the wreck 90 feet below. There was a current, and one could conserve air by using the line. To conserve air is good. Slowly El Viejo pulled himself lower and lower. Mujer followed. El Viejo thought of lunch yesterday. And he thought of Mujer.

"Try the calamares," he told Mujer.

"They are good," she said. "But you must try the conch."

"Eiyee,"

"You like to eat, don't you?" she said.

"Si. I like many things," El Viejo said, as he gazed into Mujer's eyes. 'Estos bonitos,' he thought.

Suddenly they arrived at the sunken ship. El Viejo paused. Schools of grunts and butterfly swam past.  He added air to his BC and waited.  He felt himself sinking, so added more air. Soon he was satisfied with his buoyancy and gave the 'OK' sign to Mujer. Mujer returned the sign.

They floated above the open holds of the ship. The holds were empty. Another diver followed them. The divemaster brought up the rear. They reached the stern, and all four divers stared down the abyss. They could see coral and strange fish in the dark violet below. Their dive plan was to continue to the bottom. They exchanged "OK" signs and followed the plan. Down they went. El Viejo watched the top of the ship disappear above them. Soon they reached the sandy bottom and El Viejo looked for the great moray eel of which the divemaster had spoke. But the great one was not to be seen. That is the way of things. Sometimes the great one can be seen. Sometimes not. It is the way of the islands.