Free In Over Her Head by Melody Fitzpatrick Page B

“Patrice wanted me to get this shot right away.”

    â€œFar be it from me to stand in the way of …”
    Val throws a stern look at the captain (who shuts up immediately), and then turns her eyes back to me and smiles. “Hannah, Phillip asked us to get your weekly check-in done for Be Awesome with Hannah. How does that sound? ”
    â€œGreat! What’s the plan?”
    â€œWell, since this is our first treasure-hunting day, and you weren’t able to do the dive, we thought we’d get a shot of you up here on the bridge. Then, after lunch, when the kids go back down, we’ll get you into the water. Even though you can’t officially do the dive, we’ll edit it so it’ll look like you did. Cool?”
    â€œWell, well, well. You seem to squirm your way out of everything, don’t you Miss Smart?”
    â€œUm … actually, I …”
    He scowls. “Thank god for the magic of television.”
    â€œActually, I just found my mouthpiece,” I say, pulling it out of my pocket.
    â€œShould I even ask where?”

    â€œNo, probably, not.”
    â€œYou found it!” Val exclaims. “That’s wonderful!”
    â€œYeah, it is.” I smile.
    â€œOkay, let’s get some shots on the bridge, and then go down and tell Patrice the good news! He’ll be thrilled!”
    Thankfully, Patrice didn’t ask where I’d found my mouthpiece. He’s so focused on making every scene magique, that he has no time to sweat the little things , as he puts it.
    Patrice asks Carlos, our treasure-hunting expert, to take me down to the site so he can bring me up to speed while the others are off having lunch.
    â€œHannah,” Patrice calls from his spot behind camera two. “Just like Piper did this morning, two thumbs-up and a smile!”
    As instructed, I flip my thumbs up, smile, and push myself off the dive deck into the water. Carlos gives the signal and then we dive to the bottom.
    I am amazed at how peaceful it is down here. Three pretty fish swim by and suddenly I feel like a fish myself, swimming in my very own personal aquarium.

    Carlos swims over with my metal detector, reminding me that we are on a mission. We’re here to find treasure. I turn on my detector and start skimming the bottom. It starts beeping almost immediately. I motion for Carlos to come back, and then swish my hand over the sand. I quickly catch a glimpse of something silver! Eager to find out what treasure I’ve found, I wave my hand faster and faster until it comes into full view. Turns out, it is not treasure after all. It’s a soda can, probably thrown off one of the local boats. Carlos, obviously not nearly as disappointed as I am, shrugs, and motions for me to keep looking.
    As I continue scanning the bottom, I find three rusty nails, four more pop cans, and a big old tubular-shaped thing covered in barnacles. Big deal. Carlos motions that it is time for us to head to the surface.
    â€œSo did you see anything interesting?” Carlos asks as we climb back on board the dive deck.
    â€œNo, just some rusty nails, a few tin cans and some weird, hollow rock covered in barnacles.”
    â€œWhat!” Carlos exclaims.
    â€œWhat, what?”
    â€œHow big?” Carlos demands.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œHow big was that weird, hollow rock?”
    â€œI dunno,” I say, spreading my hands apart. “This big, I guess.”
    â€œPatrice! We need a camera crew down there now!” Carlos yells.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” I whisper.
    â€œYou found a cannon! That means we’re close!”
    â€œHannah, we need you and Carlos back down there,” Patrice says. “The camera crew is suiting up. They will join you shortly.”
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Piper asks, as she saunters onto the dive deck with A.J. and Henry.
    â€œHannah found a cannon!” Carlos exclaims.
    Piper snorts, dismissively. “How could