Thebaypirate -

His latest quarry wasn't treasure. It was a secret.

Croft, knee-deep in his flooding cabin, spat static. "You’re a pirate, Vane. You have no honor." thebaypirate

Eli had found the wreck two weeks ago using declassified sonar data and a weather anomaly that had shifted the sandbar. But he hadn't raised the chest yet. Because he wasn't alone. His latest quarry wasn't treasure

And Elias Vane? He sailed south for the winter, his online handle unchanged, his compass pointing toward the next wreck. On his message board signature, he’d written a line he’d carved into Mistress’s helm: "You’re a pirate, Vane

Eli smiled in the dark. "No," he said, raising a dripping dive bag onto his deck. "I’m the Bay pirate. And the Bay protects its own."

Eli leaned on Mistress’s rail, a tarnished compass hanging from his neck. "The Bay’s real law is older than your paper. It says: the tide gives, and the tide takes. But it never sells. "