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Catalina Island
After diving a lot of different sites all over the world, I decided
to experience the waters off our California coast. The water is
not as warm as I would like, but the underwater scene, with the
kelp forests, is not common in other places.
I chose to dive off of Catalina Island. The dive boat left the
pier with about six or eight divers on board. Several were from
the East coast. The divemaster paired us up as buddies and we prepared
for the dive. My buddy was a man from New York named George. He
had a camera and said he wanted to stay close and take a lot of
pictures. That was fine with me.
It was not long before he had taken all his photos so he motioned
that he wanted to swim around some. We headed out exploring as we
went.
Eventually we felt a strong surge and we surfaced to see what it
was. We were very close to the shore cliffs and the waves were crashing
against them. Looking at our air gauges we signaled that we should
head back to the boat, which was about a hundred yards or so away.
We submerged and headed toward the boat. After a few seconds I
turned to check on my buddy and he was not to be seen. I circled
back around and looked for him. I widened my search, and no George!
I surfaced and waited for him to show. No George! After a proper
amount of concern, and a diminishing air supply, it became apparent
that it was every man for himself. Heading towards the boat, I swam
for a while and then surfaced to find it no closer and in a different
direction. In a new direction I headed and surfaced to find the
same thing. This time my air was gone and I had to stay on the surface
and use my snorkel. I was not making headway and I saw the divemaster
jump in and swim to me. He reached me and took off my weight belt
and tank and dropped them and assisted me back to the boat. I asked
about George, and he said forget it.
Back on the boat exhausted, the others told me how George had abandoned
me to get himself on the boat. The divemaster was livid and prohibited
him from diving again, and banished him to the front of the boat.
The current had become so strong that I would not have made it back,
if not for the divemaster. He jumped back in and went to the exact
spot he dropped the equipment and dove down and salvaged it.
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