Leuer de Aqua Diver...Looks like a Shark attacked it.

This is a Leuer de Aqua Diver watch.  It says so right on the front and on the back, so there's no mistaking it.  It appears that the last time it was worn, a shark noshed on it while munching on the diver who was wearing it.  Somehow, it either came off or the shark pooped it out as indigestible (which brings up a question that I'm sure we've all pondered on many a sleepless nights;  namely, do fish poop?  I mean, I'm sure they do.  So, seeing as how the ocean is full of fish, and a whole lot of those fish are really big fish (and mammals, let's not forget the whales and porpusii) then why do we never see fish poo floating around in the ocean?  Seems like when a whale or great white shark 'reintroduced' it's dinner into the ocean's ecosystem, you'd know it.  They don't show that on the Discovery Channel.  Just something to think about next time you go wading in the ocean and suck in some salt water.  I'd bet you're getting a lot more than salt in that mouthful.) - now to recommence the original sentence - and it washed up on shore in Fiji or Capetown where it was sold to a wide-eyed tourist yokel who brought it back to the good ol' USA, and blah, blah, blah, now it's mine. 
I don't know a thing about the watch or the company except that I think the name is French. No other language could come up with a word like Leuer that makes your tongue feel like a buncha escargots are beating it with tiny truffles. 
Go ahead, look Leuer de Aqua up on Google or the search engine of your choice.  Find anything?  Me either.  If you did find any info...well, I'll be blunt;  I'm really not interested enough to want to hear about it. 
So, it's a dive watch.  It's black and silver.  It's made of stainless steel and rubber, I guess. It has four buttons. It works.  But it's been beat all to hell and back again. 
My instincts tell me it's from the 1970s, but they also told me that I could step on a bumblebee when barefoot and not get stung, so there you go.  Just as an aside, if you ever come to visit me, stay away from the big tree at the end of the driveway.  Apparently, I inadvertently assassinated a high-ranking bee when I stomped on it barefooted and the rest of the colony has had it out for me ever since.  No joking.  I tried to explain that it was the bee's fault for stupidly flying beneath my foot, and that he went out like a true Samurai, dealing me a very painful blow as his last act.  But, you know bees, they won't listen to anyone. 

As for the watch;  here are some pictures you can look at if you want to.  It is for sale.  If, for some reason all your own, you want it, you can make me an offer.  If it's exactly the right one, I'll sell it to you. 

Bonjour, mon cesoir prive eiffel frites au lait une jamais porquois, bleh? Merde.