Considering your options, you admit to yourself that you cannot kill Jahat. You know the corrupt government will not punish him. Your family needs money, as do most families, and whatever cargo Jahat just lost to the sea should be of great value.

            Down you dive after the bounded crates. You grab the rope the crew tried to use to catch the cargo earlier, but like them, you can’t pull the weight. You use your gift to create a current and stop the cargo from descending.

            “I need to move this somewhere private,” you determine. You adjust the current and push the cargo as if you operated an industrial sized, underwater leaf blower. It comes to your attention that breathing underwater feels like breathing air for you. You swim for hours to a remote part of Bali and create a wave to wash the cargo ashore.

You try to break open the locks, but you can’t. You imagine making them rust will work, but you have no idea how long that will take.

            “Any suggestions?” You ask the ocean. Moments later, a set of keys wash ashore.

            “These fell off of him. I thought you might need them,” the ocean responds.

            You laugh as you work your way through the keys. One finally works. You open the first crate and find cash, drugs, and weapons. You open the next crate and find spices, bones, and an old book. You open the third crate and you see nothing, but feel a cold chill rush past you.

            “Oh no! Leyak!”