It was the last dive of the day, which for me, meant it was my last dive of the trip. But when my tank was near empty, I signaled to Allen that I was going up. He checked my computer and my gauge and gave me the okay to do so. I swam slowly to the surface, taking in the beauty of the underwater world and enjoying the weightlessness for a last time. I looked up to check for fishing boats before breaking the surface.
As my head cleared the water and hit fresh air, I was immediately thrust back down. After a few seconds, I popped up before being pushed under water again.
I inflated my jacket and looked around. A squall had blown in while we were underwater and was dumping rain. The fog was so bad, I couldn’t see either side of the bay. The colorful fishing boats that had surrounded us as we had descended were now hidden in the mist. I couldn’t see our boat for that matter. I spun around a few times but all I saw was grey fog and pelting rain.
I looked under the water but the group had moved on and was no where to be seen. My tank was nearly empty, I’d never have enough air to get back down to them safely anyway.
As the swelling waves bounced me up and down, I kept my regulator in my mouth. I thought of all the safety devices we sold at the shop. “Safety sausages” were these giant neon orange inflatable tubes that could be puffed full of air with a quick breath. They rose 6 feet out of the water so boats could see you over the waves. We sold “dive alerts” that attached to the inflator hose and used the air from your tank to make a siren noise so boats could hear you. We even sold short wave radios that in a total emergency could send a distress call.
I’ve suggested these items to customers hundreds of times for situations exactly like this one. But today, I had none of them. I was alone at the surface with no visibility in the middle of a storm.
Someone will find me I thought. Someone will come.
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It started like any other dive day. I woke up about an hour after everyone and ate breakfast while they got changed. I have significantly less gear than everyone so I could get ready in about 4 minutes. Aside from my rash guard and board shorts, I just had to slip on my wetsuit and grab my pointer and flashlight (which we’ve nicknamed stick and fire). The pointer helps me in current, by anchoring me to the bottom, and also allows me to get closer to things without slamming into them. The flashlight mostly gives me something to do with my other hand so I don’t flail.
For our first dive of the day, we headed out across the bay. We were still on the hunt for cephalopods. Descending down was like scaling another moonscape. The sandy bottom was untouched and wide open for exploring. We found more little crabs and shrimps. I stumbled on something Brian told me was called a mantis. I couldn’t make out it’s whole body, but the eyes and arms looking at me from the hole were quite intimidating.
We saw two more purple rhinopias. It took a little while, but we did eventually find a little octopus. It was about the size of a fist. Ali played with him a little to get him to fan out his tentacles for those who wanted to take photos.
I hovered a few feet away so that I wouldn’t bump anyone while they took pictures. Brian snapped a few shots and then came over to me. He held out his camera and signaled for me to take it. I did.
All of a suddenly my buoyancy was all out of wack.
I’m sinking! I’m sinking!! I’m sinking!! I thought. Wait! Now I’m rising! I’m rising! I’m rising! Oh and I’m sinking again! Nope rising! Nope sinking! Wait rising!
After a few minutes, he came back and took the camera back. About that time, I started running low on air. I made my way up to 15 feet and did a safety stop before returning to the boat.
We went back to the resort for banana fritters before heading out for the last dive of the trip.
“It was a little chilly this morning but it’s nice now,” Mark pointed out.
“Bright enough, you need the sunnies,” Brian said pulling out his sunglasses.
Our last dive was on a rubble field where we could see eels, shrimp, crabs, and other little rock dwellers. The elusive critter we had yet to see was the psychedelic frog fish.
The dive site was just off a little fishing village. As we backflipped in, brightly colored fishing boats bobbed all around us at the surface. My last backflip of the trip was not a pretty one and I was glad the group had already descended to miss it.
Dropping down, the rubble field looked like the loose rocky summit of a mountain. The drop off was steep and the rock was loose and covered in algae. If you got too close or bumped it, you could easily cause an underwater rockslide into the drop off below.
Almost as soon as we descended we found an orange frog fish. The current was stronger than any of us expected. We were all stabbing our pointers into gaps in the rubble to keep steady. Heather called me over to a mooring block where we could hook in. There was all kinds of life to look at around the block.
The group got separated in the current. Roseann, both Heathers, Stu, and I were with Allen. Billy and Brian followed Ali. I more or less gave up fighting the current and just enjoyed the feeling of effortlessly flying along. Occasionally we’d dig in to see something cool, like a little white crab living on a sea star or tons of really long, eel-like sea horses.
There were tons of moorish idols near my safety stop at 15 feet. I didn’t want the dive to end. It was the last dive of the day, which for me, meant it was my last dive of the trip. But when my tank was near empty, I signaled to Allen that I was going up. He checked my computer and my gauge and gave me the okay to do so. I swam slowly to the surface, taking in the beauty of the underwater world and enjoying the weightlessness for a last time. I looked up to check for fishing boats before breaking the surface.
That was when I discovered the storm had moved in. The mighty current we’d been fighting down below had nothing on the violent swells at the surface.
I was alone at the surface with no visibility in the middle of a storm.
I inflated my jacket and looked around. As the swelling waves bounced me up and down, I kept my regulator in my mouth. I thought of all the safety devices we sold at the shop and immediately regretted not carrying any of them myself.
Someone will find me I thought. Someone will come.
I quickly had an idea. I may not have a safety sausage or a dive alert, but I have this flashlight that’s been keeping my hand busy. I clicked it on to the highest setting and started waving it into the storm. I had a feeling I knew which way we came from but as I bounced in the swells I became less certain.
I’m in a bay, I thought, odds are eventually the waves will push me into land. And I was down there an hour. They’ll be popping up in a few minutes.
Although who knew how far away and in what direction that might be.
I kept waving my flashlight and breathing the air left in my tank. The rain wasn’t letting up, but the fog was rolling through quickly. Slowly, I started to make out one side of the bay. A few minutes more and I could see the shadows of boats bobbing on the anchor line. I shined my flashlight in that direction. One shadow seemed to move, but I couldn’t tell if it was moving or if I was.
It’s basically like playing in a wave pool, I thought (along with a few choice expletives.)
Sure enough, the boat was moving. I signaled that I was okay but kept shining the light so they could see me. As it got closer, I could make out the resort logo on the side.
When they got to me, the boat was slamming up and down with each wave. I held onto the rope and took off my fins. I handed them up along with my weight belt. On most dives, I’ve handed up all my gear but the BC was keeping my head above the waves; I didn’t want to take it off in case I lost grip on it and it (or I) floated away. So I grabbed the ladder and carefully climbed aboard with the gear on my back.
Sitting aboard the boat was like something out of “The Perfect Storm.” It bucked and tossed 90 degrees as it rolled over every wave. The group came up in two different areas and we made two stops to get them. It was far more chaotic than the end of most dives. As they got close to the boat, they started throwing things (like weight pockets and fins) onboard. They handed up computers and cameras before climbing on.
During the first pick up, we got too close to a fishing boat and the waves slammed us into it. We had to have everyone in the water back away so the captain could reverse the boat out from the collision. On the second pickup, the waves were so bad, the captain was actually thrown from the boat into the water.
But all’s well that ends well, and after a choppy ride back and a harrowing attempt to tie up at the dock, we made it back safely. It was heck of a last dive (until my next dive trip.)