It was just past dawn as the Queen's Emerald navigated its way through the narrow opening into the bay.  They were visiting an unremarkable little island not far off the coast, the only thing about it worth noting being the large bay that dominated its center.  They had been sent here by a millionaire, who wanted all goods from a supposed shipwreck recovered.  There had never been reports of a shipwreck in the bay, but then, it wasn't a place where many visited.<br/><br/>Captain Smith was a middle-aged women who was attractive in something of a masculine way.  She was fit and weathered, with short cut brown hair just starting to go grey.  She had been on deck long before the sun broke the horizon, making sure her ship was properly navigated through the treacherous shoals.  Most of the rest of the crew were still below decks, sleeping in one of the cramped bunks or enjoying a quickly made breakfast of scrambled eggs, orange juice, and coffee.<br/><br/>The arrival at the Queen's Emerald in the bay was announced by a sudden silence.  Captain Smith had cut the engines, and a moment later let the anchor drop.  The ship's intercom rang out with her voice a few minutes later.<strong> "All hands on deck in fifteen."</strong>