When we arrived back in the village the temple was almost done. Ours was the last pillar needed before supports could be removed. The temple was a sort of dome shape and was constructed of grey and brown eucalyptus trunks set in a cross hatch pattern. There were pillars set in place using clay and mud and vine. Ours was the last pillar. In the center. It took us through the night to set it and when we were done I rested on my ship before heading back out to sea.
Everything out at sea is a little foggy. My memory seems to be failing me. The next thing I recall is that we are back at port and the officials are verifying my find. I am talking with one of the officers when an explosion occurs on my shit. Within seconds it sinks below the surface. My entire crew was below deck as were some of the officers men. Without hesitation i dive in after it. The water is thick and dark with sediment. I can feel hands grasping for the surface. I free up and deliver bodies to the surface. On my last dive I confirm that the ship is empty and almost as if driven by my confirmation all of the sediment begins to settle. The water is getting thicker and heavier. The light of the sky begins to turn grey and sandy. I can feel the weight of the sand in my pockets, in my pants. The pressure in my ears burst as I sink. As the sky turns black I gasp a mouthful of saltwater and wake up.