Everytime I close my eyes after a #dive day, an entirely different world appears before me. Regardless of size, color, and the number or absence of fins, everyone below simply mind their own fishness. Unless of course it’s chomptime, in that case, scurry on wittle fisheth!
After my first #nightdive, more alien creatures have been added to these fishions. Visions, get it? Ok, I stop now. There were cuttlefishes that I so patiently waited to work their camouflage magic; crabs, HUGE crabs, then more crabs inside every imaginable makeshift-shell; shrimps that looked pretty and pretty delicious; lionfishes to stay away from unless you want to die a slow agonizing death; a huge worm which I wasn’t too keen on observing closely and swam away from as fast as my tired but happy fins could; a HUGE pretty starfish; a lazy flounder that deserved its name… With the help of flashlights, the overgrowth around the crane made it look cinematic, I half expected seeing Davy Jones with his squishy tentacles of a beard. An octopus would have sufficed, really. I lingered over it and the sight inside just takes my breath away even now as I remember it. My AOW may be on hold for now, but thank you just the same #divefunatics. It’s always great diving and learning new skills with you.
the overgrowth around the crane made it look cinematic, I half expected seeing Davy Jones with his squishy tentacles of a beard
I almost forgot, the first time I saw a fish “entangled” in a coral, I wanted to poke it and free it. Ok, I just wanted to poke it in the name of curiosity. After seeing more fishes in the same seemingly hapless situation, I realized they were just sleeping. Weird creatures, these lot. I loved the night dive. Like a lot. But that’s not to say the regular dives are now loved less. In fact, one of my most favorite things about diving is meeting that black little fish with the questioning look on its narrow face. While the rest of the schools of fishes try to stay away from the awkward presence that is me with the muck stick I use to poke around and to terrorize Christmas tree worms, this one comes up to my face demanding where in Neptune’s name is the bread. #arentyousupposedtofeedme