Divers Confess the Most Terrifying Thing They've Seen Underwater

Well, here is my story. I was diving in a local pond with a group of much more advanced divers (cave divers) than I (just an advanced certification at the time). I am leading the dive, as to get used to pressures and responsibilities of heading the procession, they are mentoring me. It is a Texas puddle, visibility 10 feet max, not too deep, maybe 25 feet. The known horrible visibility makes it impossible to navigate by compass, we follow a line (string) put by other divers.

These lines go from one sunken item to another. So, I know I am about to hit a small sunken boat, don't remember which one, there are a few similar in a row in a same state of decay. So, I am first in the group, I get to the boat and see someone's black army boot sticking out from the inner quarters. Curious thing is, it looks somewhat new, not like items you find on the bottom. Hard to see, too much muck in the water. So, I touch the boot, thinking it is by itself but it won't lift, like it is attached to something heavy. I put my hand further in and feel the leg continuing out, pants, the calf, and I see the second leg now.

Fuck with a big letter F, right? I turn around and show a sign for the emergency assent to the group behind me. Everyone has a sour face, no one wants to surface but it is a rule that if one says "up", others in a group must abort, no questions. They wanted me to explain with signs why, but what is a diver's sign for a cadaver? I feel like I rush toward the surface, even though trying to stay calm and take time. So, we are on the lake's surface, I have this adrenaline rush, can't breath enough. So, I tell them there is a body down there. I see rolling eyes from everyone, once they see I am serious.

A fun bunch, right? So, I describe in detail what I saw. We go down, I don't lead anymore, we make a group search pattern for the line. But once we locate it, we don't know if we should go forward or backwards, as there are a number of boats on the line and who knows in which the body is in and how far we drifted while talking it out on the surface. Well, we find all boats before finding the original one, of cause. So, our customary leader goes into the cabin of the boat and we wait. I'd say he was rather courageous at this point, went right in.

Then he emerges from the cloud of muck and tells us all to surface. So, gluing information together from what we learned later on. Turns out the police or some other agency had a body recovery training in the same lake the same day. When they went for lunch, they stuffed their fully dressed anatomically correct rubber doll in one of the sunken boats for a few hours for safekeeping. Well, I died a little that day.

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Not as much of a horror story for me as it was for my parents, but here we go.

So I was around 17 on my first diving safari in Egypt.

My whole family dives and our buddy system is usually me with my mum, and my dad with my brother.

This one particular dive though my mum and brother weren’t feeling well so my dad and I went ahead and dived together.

All good so far. Instructor takes us on a stroll around the reef, but since we were with a fairly new group of divers he decided to surface early so as not to risk anyone running out of air.

My dad and I check our manometers and decide that we have way too much air in our tanks to waste it so my dad signals to the instructor that we’re staying for a bit longer.

Instructor gives us the go ahead (since my dad has over 600 dives and all the qualifications of an instructor) and we scurry off as we watch the rest of the group ascend.

So we’re just casually chilling, taking pictures, etc when I spot a creature that I can only describe as a mini tortilla with a similarly coloured shark fin.

It was the cutest thing I’ve seen so far so I dash towards it and start taking pictures, while my dad follows.

The little creature is swimming from one place to another (obv cause it’s probably thinking why is this massive predator with one eye chasing me) but then it finally settles down and I lay on the sand in front of it.

As I’m taking really close up pictures something in my brain clicks and I go “hmm, a cute unfamiliar creature..

I’m gonna pet it” and as my hand is literally 30cm away from the animal my dad gently pulls me away and signals that we need to surface cause we’re a bit low on air.

We were 30m underwater so we located where the boat is and started ascending and at every safety stop my dad is scolding me not to touch any animals.

Me, being naive and clueless, ignore him and go about my merry day.

So we finally surface and I go to show our instructor what we saw.

As I’m showing him the pictures he laughs and says “Yeah, super cute, just don’t ever touch it”

I naively ask “why?” and he casually goes “Oh because that’s an electric ray and it’s electric discharge goes up to 220 volts and at that depth it could potentially kill you.”

My oh shit moment was accompanied by my dad yelling in the background

“You’re gonna give your mother and me a hearth attack,

STOP TOUCHING EVERYTHING YOU SEE!!”

Almost touched an electric ray at 30m underwater effectively killing myself in front of my father.

/sageroux/

I had a friend named George Hale who saw a sea monster. I'm the first one to admit that it sounds like a load of bullshit, but this is story worth retelling and maybe one day there will be proof:George used to be an underwater welder who worked for the oil companies in the Gulf of Mexico. One day, he's sent to an oil platform where they were having trouble keeping welders.
Well, George gets there, he gets suited up almost as soon as he steps out of the company helicopter, and they send him down. After the usually eternity of compression, George is in place and he goes to work.
About halfway through the job, George sees something from out of the corner of his eye, and with some effort, turns his hardsuit around for a look at whatever is thrashing behind him. There's this thing called a pyrosome.
it looks like one big creature, but it's actually a colony of little beasties that looks like a very, very long transparent firehose.
When it swims by you, it takes forever. But what George sees wasn't a pyrosome. It wasn't transparent and it was bleached white like a dead man's arm. George gets the job done somehow and the oil platform crew pull him up.
After another eternity of decompression, George gets out of the suit and asks the oil platform manager what the hell did he saw?
The oil platform manager confesses that the creature George saw was what scaring away welders. George wanted to quit too, but he was offered a bonus if he could stick it out.
Before they could send George down again, George studies some videotape taken of the creature by the CCTV cameras scattered all throughout the platform's support structure.
George gets the idea that the lights on the support structure are what's attracting the creature, so the next time they send George down, the oil company crew can turn the lights off for a minute or two to see if it goes away.
Well, they send George down again. George goes to work. And the creature shows up again.
George takes a deep breath and tells the oil crew to shut off the lights. George waits a few minutes and then tells the oil crew to turn the lights back on. And the next thing George knows, he waking up in a mental hospital.
Apparently George saw something that pretty much shattered his mind and as soon as the oil crew could pull him up and get him decompressed, he was bundled off to a mental hospital where he had been for six months.
The oil company gave George early retirement and paid for him to be retrained as a cook. George then moved to the mountainswhere I first met him.
But before George moved to the mountains, he found that oil platform manager and asked him what happened? What did the oil crew see on the CCTV?
The oil platform manager told George that when they turned the lights back on again, they saw what the creature really was.
It was some kind of unimaginably long prehensile tongue. The tongue belonged to what looked like a human face and head the size of a house.
The head was round and fat, bleached white with blind eyes that looked like poached eggs. It had a passing resemblance to the late actor Peter Lorre's face.
Then someone saw what appeared to be a neck, so whatever this giant creature was, nobody saw all of it, and some of the oil platform engineers had this idea that it might had been standing on the ocean floor!
It was plainly apparent the giant didn't like light, and the lights on the support structure had been keeping it away.
The oil platform manager then added that the oil platform had since been moved to another location where sea monsters were a rarity.
There's not much else to add, except that this was the story told to me by George Hale, and whether or not this was the truth died with him twenty-five years ago.
/sidetrack38/

About 3 years ago my boyfriend and I went on an unguided dive in Egypt.
We both knew the dive side from previous trips and felt pretty comfortable to go alone: It's not a very difficult one and we didn't want to hold up a group in case my boyfriend wanted to take some pictures, which can take a while.
One of the perks of this particular dive side was a single choral at 38m, with a 90% chance to find a long nose hawkfish (a really cute guy, please google it, 10/10 would recommend).
The normal procedure would be to spend most of your dive at ~ 25m, make a quick stop at 38m to check for the hawkfish and make your way up again.
This should usually take you only 5 minutes or something, however we didn't find him and wasted quite a lot of time looking.
At this point I was getting kind of sleepy (in retrospect this was the first sign that something was going horribly wrong) and wanted to finish the dive, so I could take a nap on the boat.
I basically dragged my boyfriend away from the coral and we're about to make our way up again until I notice something.
Hidden between one of the rocks was the strangest looking octopus I've ever seen.
It was bright red (you cannot see the colour red that deep underwater, its pysically impossible) and had super weird silvery eyes.
All in all it looked super funny and we were both laughing at its stupid face.
My boyfriend makes quite a few pictures, until his computer goes apeshit and basically forces us to slowly ascend and make 3 deco stops along the way.
That finally snapped us out of it, because we did not intend to make a deco stop, let alone three.
We finally reach the surface with only 20 bars left in our oxygen tanks (a huge no go, you should always have at least 50 on reserve) an are still absolutely blown away by that strange octopus.
We've never seen something like this before, and change our equipment ASAP so we can look at the pictures.
Except, when we go through the pictures, there's nothing.
Just 20+ pictures of one single rock, no octopus or anything in sight.
The rock wasn't even a strange colour and that's when it dawned on us: the depth, the time, our strange behaviour underwater: That sounded a lot like nitrogen poisioning.
You should know, the longer you spend at great depths, the more likely nitrogen poisioning becomes.
It's basically an anesthetic that firsts makes you high and delirious until you pass out.
And underwater is basically the worst place to pass out, ever.
So here we were, at 38m, giggling at a rock without a care in the world, basically tripping on nitrogen whith our oxygen running dangerously low.
I'm pretty sure if it weren't for our computer, we would have passed out and died.
We still cant explain how we both saw exactly the same thing, though.
Basically had an LSD trip underwater. Would not recommend.
/Baltimoron50/

In fairness it wasn’t a deep dive, but this one scared the shit out of me for a second.
My dive buddy and I were setting up at this old flooded quarry that’s become a popular dive spot.
The company that owns it has set up a bunch of floating platforms, which are suspended underwater by ropes tying them to buoys on the surface.
Each of those buoys is rated to hold over 100 lbs. Remember that.
So we’ve geared up, walked into the water, and done our final checks when something a little further out in the distance grabs both of our attention.
It’s hard to explain what it was, maybe a slight sound, maybe a ripple in the water, but it felt wrong enough that suddenly we were both looking the same way, at one of the pairs of buoys just off shore.
And almost as soon as we set our eyes on them, one of the buoys snapped below the surface. “What the fuck?”
My dive buddy said it, but I was thinking it too. The buoys were pretty hefty pieces of equipment, and one had just gotten pulled under the water like a bath toy.
In a quarry where the biggest fish were a handful of trout, something was off.
Of course, the WTF factor ratcheted up a couple of notches when the buoy returned. Forcefully.
The damn thing shot out of the water, easily six feet in the air, before landing with a hard slap that reverberated out over the otherwise calm water of the quarry.
My dive buddy and I made eye contact, and pretty much instantly we knew our dive plan had changed. We were checking that shit out.
Swimming down into the cold quarry water, I couldn’t help but notice this was exactly the kind of thing that got people killed in horror movies.
Here we were, alone in the murky water, our visibility topping out at maybe 10 feet.
As we moved forwards I couldn’t shake the feeling that anything could be right in front of us, just waiting to break through the gloom.
Even while my rational brain reminded me that there couldn’t possibly be anything down there, my older reptile brain kept on replaying the sight of the buoy sharply dipping below the surface.
Yes, for those of you wondering, you can still nervous sweat underwater.
As soon as we got to the platform, now sticking half way out of the muddy quarry floor, the non-horror movie truth was pretty quickly evident.
One of the two ropes attaching the buoys to the platform had snapped, and the remaining buoy alone wasn’t strong enough to hold the weight.
It had been pulled under, but still fighting hard to return to the surface. At some point during the platform’s decent, buoyancy won a fight against gravity, and the trapped buoy broke free from its tie as well, sending it rocketing back above the surface.
At the end of the day, it was totally logical. I still blame Cthulhu though.
/NukaDaddy69/

When I was a kid I loved swimming.
If we ever went anywhere with a pool I could happily spend the whole day there just diving underwater to collect stuff and generally playing.
When I was 8 years old, my family and I went to Florida to go to Disney world.
This was a massive deal for me - we caught a flight from Ireland and I loved all the massive water parks. One of my fondest memories.
When we weren't in Disney World, our hotel had a pool, so I'd spend most of my time playing there.
Early one morning, just as the pool had opened I headed down for a swim sans-goggles (Lost them the day before at blizzard beach in a sort of wave pool sand blasting incident).
The pool was empty apart from me, so I decided it'd be safe enough to swim the whole length with my eyes closed.
I plopped underwater at one end and began swimming towards the other, eyes closed, holding my breath.
Was trying to see if I could make it all the way to the other side totally underwater without having to surface.
Holding my breath as long as I could, pulling myself through the darkness, I couldn't see where the end of the pool was.
In my mind all I had to do was swim until I could feel the wall, then breach back to up the surface for air.
Every stroke became more and more difficult and my body started aching for air.
Just as I was about to give up and surface, I felt it.
The ceramic tile of the pool wall, my saviour.
Feeling a great relief I twisted in the water, kicked off the bottom of the deep pool and headed for the surface only to bump my head into something...
I couldn't tell what it was... It was big.
I tried to feel around with my hands to see if there was a way around it, frantically thrusting my palms upwards trying to find an opening only meeting a seemingly endless amount of this blockage.
I was panicking, I couldn't see, I was trapped and I had no air left. I was sure this was the end.
All of a sudden a hand grabbed me by the wrist, my palm still flat against the obstacle, and pulled me up to the surface... I was saved.
After I caught my breath, coughing and spluttering, my vision blurred from my near loss of consciousness I was finally able to see the source of the blockage, as well as my saviour.
Some huge-ass American lady had plopped into the pool for a dip while I was underwater...
The inconceivably huge object blocking my escape was none other than her massive derriere.
It slowly dawned on me that I had pretty much been punching her butt from underneath, close to accidentally fisting this absolute unit of a lady.
All I could do was glow nuclear red (wasn't hard as a burnt to a crisp ginger Irish kid) apologize and run away.
The pool has never really been the same since...
Almost drowned while trapped under a fat lady's ass in the pool.

/JerseySommer/

My dive shop uses a lake on the Oregon coast to train divers, a safe environment that doesn’t have much boat traffic.

However, it’s MURKY.

Newbie divers still struggling with buoyancy kick up mud from the bottom, so the visibility is usually 4-6 feet or worse.

My best friend was a dive instructor whose insurance had lapsed,

so she was my dive buddy on my very first non-pool dive, while two of my other friends taught the class.

I was with one of my instructor friends and bestie, exploring the lake and working on maintaining buoyancy,

when they got the bright idea to take me to a section under the bridge that runs over the lake.

We go creeping along, about 16’ below, and suddenly my instructor friend taps both of us, signals me to stop and pay attention to her.

She points at an object just in front of us, which turns out to be an old boat, then instructs me to swim up, and for my bestie to stay put.

So I do.

The water visibility that day was less than 4’,

so I was nervous about not being able to find my buddies again, but I trusted them, so I ascended slowly.

I could still see their lights, right next to where the boat was.

Weirdly, it wasn’t getting lighter as I ascended, which surprised me, and I looked up to see what was blocking the light, thinking it might be the bridge.

AND CAME FACE TO FACE WITH THE GAPING MOUTH OF A SHARK.

And almost peed myself.

I could tell right away it wasn’t real - someone had made a metal sculpture of a great white and placed it underwater for students to find.

My friends hadn’t told me bc they wanted to see my reaction, and at this point, they approached me, clearly laughing.

We descended back to the boat, where they showed me the name on its side was Jaws.

The lake has tons of other objects for exploration - a mountain, a concert stage with KISS, a Buddha statue, a small submarine you can swim inside of...

I miss diving every weekend.

/UrethraFrankIin/

When I used to surf I spent a good deal of time underwater - whether intentional, or not. One day, I went out in surf that was absolutely massive (for me). It was 10 foot solid all day.

Bigger sets. Serious stuff. And it was a very dark, overcast Winter's day. And raining.

You couldn't see shit above the water, let alone below.

At this place, the bigger it gets, the further out on the rock shelf it breaks. So I was at least 200 m from shore when out of the gloom towered an absolutely massive set.

Enormous. As big as I'd ever encountered. There were only a handful of other blokes out there. The wave was mine.

At this point I wasn't scared at all. No, I wanted to get the biggest wave of my life. So I tried. I got onto it but I just fucked up the position of my feet, ever so slightly.

No chance of pulling out, so I tried to go with it. And that is when it happened.

The scariest fucking water-based experience I ever had.

I fell off and this thing just took me to town. It lifted me all the way up and over the falls - I thought I was OK, but no, it was just beginning.

It just kept pushing me down.

Further and further.

My ears hurt (badly), it was completely dark, cold (even in a wetsuit) - I came to rest on what seemed to be a very large, smooth rock (I could feel it with my fingers whilst I was pinned firmly to it).

I was held there for what seemed like an eternity.

Maybe 10 seconds.

But then I could sense with my feet a ferocious current that seemed to stop at the edge of the rock - it was trying to pull me over the ledge and DOWN. I could *hear* it.

At this point I was panicking. Seriously.

I can't quite remember how I escaped. I have rarely been that scared in all my life. I made it to the surface.

I really thought I was going to pass out.

I can't remember much more but I must have paddled in so fucking fast other people noticed.

They came to see what was the matter.

I just sat on the beach.

I could not even talk.

I'm getting the fucking heebie jeebies even reading my own recollection.

/telephonekeyboard/

Not deep see, still diving, bit late, still gonna tell it.
In the summer I teach at a dive school in the Dutch Caribbean, on the island I work at there are special zones boats are never allowed in, even though they are at open sea, just because there are so many divers In the water.
Me and another instructor were teaching a family of 5 to dive, so this was the first course, we did our first two lessons in the pool to get the basics down and just get familiar with all the gear, and the family was all good, real easy going and quickly picking up on stuff.
So for our first open water dive, we go to one of the spots boats are not allowed in, its not too deep, good view and nice coral structure as well, we do some exercises on the seafloor (about 10 meter, 30 feet, deep in a sandy bit with nothing close by the students could destroy by accident).
This is just to get everyone familiar with the salt and the elements.
Some struggles but all good in the end, we all have enough air left and decide to go on a little dive deeper the coral in.
I saw a kid, about 14, having a bit of trouble and getting uneasy, also showing some signs that they were going to panic, so I stay extra close to them.
My fellow instructor was up front leading the group, and I was in the back with the kid, and all the other students buddy-upped.
We do hear some boats and stuff but you hear that often, they are not in the area just driving by, until this one rental boat comes in the area, and right at this time the kid starts to get more panicked
So I try to calm them down which doesn't work, and the kid tries to go up quite fast(still at about 10 meters, not good, but not dramatic) so I grab on and do the procedure to try and stop them.
Enter the rental boat, zooming right towards us, fellow instructor is trying to get their attention by pulsing his secondary air to no avail.
At this time the kid is panicking even more, and at some point I do have to let go because of my own safety(please understand that I have been trying to calm them down for about a minute at this point).
So the kid bolts up, and the boat did hit them, just barely missing the propeller, I really was just waiting to see the blood, but luckily noting.
I also bolt up(was at about 5 meters, 15 feet) and check up on the kid, somehow totally unharmed, not a (visual) scratch.
So I turn around to the boat which luckily did stop, and all the adrenaline just lets go and I swear this guy into oblivion, professional? No. Was it a release for me at the moment? Yes.
We of course end our dive right away and go back to the shore, I offered to 'taxi' the kid to the shore so they don't have to swim, but they wanted to swim and said they were fine. Although this is a good sign I of course stay right on them.
We get to the shore, explain what happened and the kid goes to the hospital. Minor memory loss, but nothing else.
So the kid takes a couple days break and then finishes the course like a champ.
What about the rental boat idiots? We have the Dutch Military police dive at our shop, not just like officers, but also the detectives and stuff, so we tell them, and go to the rental place right away(only one or two on the island).
Finds the 'captain' of the boat and gives them a couple of strong words of advice, but also the shop owner get some strong words, parents didn't want to press charges so it stays at that.
A 14 y/o kid panics and gets run over by boat, minor memory loss and finishes course like a champ
/plinycaesar/

So what I did is a textbook example of how to get yourself killed. I don't think I've ever been more afraid of anything, more in a panic, then this moment in my life.

Always remain calm. Diving anything like a labyrinthian cave should be done with a safety rope that you unreel as you explore, so you can find your way back.

Anytime you dive under something, you are inviting danger and multiplying your chances of death.

My favorite lobster diving spot in the area I live in southern California was a wastewater outflow pipe. We call it "Shitpipe."

The pipe actually goes a mile long offshore and I have no interest in going anywhere near the end of it. I don't want a bunch of poop water getting flushed in my face LOL.

The dive spot is actually directly below the pipe about a hundred meters away from the beach, and only about 25 ft deep. There are cavities under the pipe that you can access, big enough for an adult man, but it gets really really tricky once you're under the pipe.

The pipe is being held up by big metal stanchion posts that you can get around on one side or the other, but not the other side, and a variable height as you move around and through the space, so you have to do kind of a zigzag pattern as you travel the length of the pipe underneath.

The cavity is 5 feet tall at the access point, and it narrows down to less than a foot tall in other areas. The further from the entrance, the darker it gets, the more important it is that you have a flashlight and a backup flashlight.

So this spot is teeming with big monster size California spiny lobsters. It's so easy to grab your limit (7 maximum) in just a couple minutes, so you really have an easy time picking up lots of big ones, stuffing them in the bag.

The bad can get really heavy really quickly too.

So I have made my way really far down the pipe underneath it, I've got a big bag full of lobsters dragging on the bottom, stirring up very fine silt, and my visibility goes to zero. Even my big heavy duty dive flashlight is worthless with so much silt, I can't see anything.

I probably spent half an hour trying to calmly get myself out, but I had not unreeled any kind of safety line to follow back.

So I'm bumping blind into these big metal stanchions with my face, getting myself squeezed into areas that are not big enough, having to reverse out a lot to try another path.

And at some point I felt my air starting to get really thin. That's when the panic set in. I thought about dumping all my gear so that I would be better able to squeeze through a hole that was otherwise too narrow.

But I kept telling myself these are all ways that people die while diving.

I had to keep reassuring myself to just take it slow and be more careful.

I eventually made it out, but I was sucking that are dry, kicked myself to the surface with basically no air left.

My dive buddy had been sitting on my boat in his wetsuit, drinking a beer, "hey bro! You get lost down there?!"

That was the last time I dived with him.

A dive buddy is supposed to be near at all times, and he should not have even gotten out of the water until I had surfaced.

I have myself to blame for diving in such a dangerous spot for lobsters, and I've had to teach myself there is no prize worth dying for.

/mr_indigo/

I have just my basic NAUI certification, 60', no wrecks, no caves etc.

I was about 16, on vacation with my mom and stepdad and a friend of mine, and we decide to go for a dive. So we're in Jamaica and they're taking us to a wreck at 90' ("e'ryting iirie 'mon." "No problem, 'mon". Jamaica gives no fucks).

Now, I'm a filthy casual when it comes to SCUBA, and I get kinda panicky under water. I tend to be the one to run out of O2 first, and me and my buddy have to head back up (sorry, Luke).

Anyways, we get to this old military boat (huge). and head inside. It's CRAMPED.

These boats are made to be tight when you don't have tanks on your back and a BCD and regulators and all that extra shit.

The floor plates are rusted out and a big fucking moray eel about as big around as my thigh is looking up at us between the metal 'studs' or whatever between the slats, and doing the outh-open-close-open-close thing. I'm anxious as hell.

I'm last in line going in, and from talking at the surface we knew that the plan was we go in to the bridge, take some photos, then explore a bit and head back to the boat. Heading into this narrow hallway, all of the sudden my buddy stops.

After about 10 seconds he turns and points out the other direction. I'm like "what?" and he points again back the other direction. So I manage to twist myself around and head back out to the outside deck of the ship.

I turn around... and there's no one following me. I'm alone on the deck of this ship at like 85'. I head back into the hallway, and I don't see anyone there. It's like a maze inside.

I look around for a bit and can't find them.

Okay, don't panic. What did I learn in my training? Lose track of your buddy, look for the bubbles.

I glance around, and there are bubbles coming from every part of this ship. I have no idea where anyone is.

Windows on the outside of the ship--I swim around to try and peek at them, and start getting caught in a current. I panic. Do I surface? Do I go back into the boat? Do I just sit on the deck?

I see my buddy peek back out and give me a "what the fuck" look, so I follow him back in.

We get to the bridge and take a photo and I get the dive lead's attention and signal "I need to go up. I have 900PSI". You normally like to start heading to the surface with 1000 or so left.

Him: "1900?"

Me: "No. 900. I'm out of air. Surface."

Him: "Come this way."

So we go in to the bathroom and everyone starts taking pictures pretending to be sitting on the toilets in this sunken boat.

My mom who is on the dive with us realizes what's happening, we swap buddies, Luke goes with my stepdad, and my mom and I go to surface. She's got her octopus (extra regulator) ready to go the entire time. Waiting for decompression and off-gassing below the boat was the most nerve-wracking experience of my life. It started getting *real* hard to breathe.

Made it back to the boat safe and sound, and I don't think I've really been diving since. That was 17 years ago now.

/jontonsoup4/

My dad was spear fishing and almost lost his hand, scrotum, and leg to a 300 year old eel.

Some quick backstory (Greek island of Carpanthos 30 years ago) there was a myth of a 323 year old monster eel (for those that don’t know, eels die after they mate so they live to about 7 months,

however if they don’t mate, they will live for an eternity and they will just keep growing)

and the locals told my dad where it was, and my dad was like “yeah sure it’s just a myth”.

He dived down in the area where they told him it lived and after a few dives he saw a ginormous octopus and he thought,

oh hell yeah since it was half his height and it was definitely the biggest octopus he had ever caught, so he shot it,

went to grab it but it was still alive

and latched onto the rock so it then grabbed his arm and he couldn’t swim up (no air tank btw)

so now he had less than a minute of oxygen left

and he was stuck down at 18m (not that “deep” but definitely deep) and so he took out his knife,

slashed between and underneath the eyes of the octopus,

he also lifted up the flab of skin covering its brains and it died after 5 seconds

and then he grabbed it and started stringing it on his belt above his pp. well he looks to his left, and he sees a fricking torpedo of an eel,

screaming towards him (eels love octopus, and there is a saying, for every 2 octopus, there is one eel).

To describe the eel to you guys is hard but I’ll try my best. Imagine a mouth the size of a human head, that was the mouth of the eel.

My dad estimates it was about 8-13 inches wide, and 7feet long at least. It swam right up to him, opened its mouth and grabbed onto the octopus,

and started thrashing at the octopus and since it was attached to my dads belt, there was an eel right next to his testicles, hands and legs, he unclipped his belt, he dropped everything, his gun, his stringer, his float line.

He just bolted to the surface, spent a few minutes at the surface before making sure it had left his gear, and he swam down to get his gun and whatnot.

He never went back there.

But on the same island, he almost blacked out too after he stayed down too long chasing after a fish...

Btw if my dad had lost his balls or if he had blacked out,

I wouldn’t be here so I thank that eel every night before bed lmao

/AGalacticFailure/

I have several.

But this whole trip story is worth telling. Incompetence, theft and hospitalization.

Our dive club set off in a coach to Oban in Scotland to dive some wrecks around Tobermory.

We pulled up at the lights in Oban and there was a huge bang, the front tyre exploded and knocked a woman clean out.

We spent the first day sorting out visiting her in hospital and waiting for recovery.

Our luxury dive boat turned out to be a stinking fishing boat with a crane attached.

So we sailed out fir the first dive and the tide was running so fast they threw us in to grab the bouy as we floated past, 'if you miss it we'll pick you up from that beach in a few hours'.

Managed it, pulled ourselves down via the rope, got stung to fuck by a huge jellyfish, stuck head out around the wreck and my mask got taken clean off, my dive buddy caught it and I put it back on...

this was at 35m , 3 miles off a remote Scottish Island, went to move forward and I was wrapped in thin rope...spent 2 mins cutting me free.

We surfaced to find a storm had brewed up and there was a 5ft swell., the Captain was screaming for us to get on the boat as he needed to hide behind the island, the crane attachment might roll the boat.

2 hrs it took to get back to the port and the boat was rolling from side railing underwater one side to the other.

We had to stand outside incase it went over.

The entire club were vomitting for the first hour then just lying dead on the deck.

My buddy and I had taken an entire pack of sickness pills and were completely fine.

I didnt say 'dont dive' on the packet so...happy days.

The rest of the week it was too windy to sail, so we got pissed everyday in the pub.

My mate climbed into the top bunk and went through 3 levels to the floor as the slats snapped

A week later we got a summons off the local police for breaking into all the electrical money boxes..

It wasnt us...and a letter sueing us from the woman for failing to maintain the coach.

It wasnt ours, we rented it and the driver scarpered and the company went bust with no insurance....our club insurance paid out eventually.

Apart from that it was great.

[redacted]

I was engineer and first mate on a converted LCM-80 ( LCM-8) in the fish trade. We operated in the gulf of Alaska, prince William sound, and Bristol Bay fisheries as a tender, taking salmon and herring from smaller boats and villages in for processing on land.

We had a regular spool windlass on the back, and for some reason, the company thought this made us equipped to tow a 220 foot barge from Whittier, up through the Aleution islands at False Pass, and around to Bristol Bay and back each year.

The gulf of Alaska can be a cruel place sometimes, and at 4 knots max speed, we got caught in a doozie. We tried sheltering behind an island (can't remember, we were working our way up the Aleution peninsula) but even so we're unable to hold against the wind and got pulled out.

The little windlass on the back deck was getting pulled off and ripping a hole in the engine room in the process. Eventually, in 25 foot seas, we let go the barge and just tracked it and followed it on radar, figuring we'd recover it when things calmed down in a few days.

In the horrific days that followed, during which I must have vomited twice my body weight lol, we nearly got rolled once and took on about 10000 gallons of water in one of our compartments... So, good times.

On the last really bad night, I was on watch in the wheelhouse while the captain slept. About 3 AM, and we were rolling 33 - 37 degrees, losing 2 knots against the gale by the LORAN (yes, it was a while ago lol) , with the barge popping in and out on radar about 4 miles in our lee.

Suddenly, the whole ship reverberated and shook with a thunderous boom, and I was sure we were done. We'd obviously hit something hard. I woke the captain and the deckhand (our entire crew lol) 15 minutes later, still no sign of flooding in any compartments or other alarms, but I notice the Loran lost signal, and I wasn't having any luck on the SSB trying to call in for a possible rescue (yeah, right lol).

The deck lights wouldn't come on, and we had a couple of popped breakers in the nav lights.

After a while, it became obvious we weren't sinking, so we went about our watches just keeping an eye on things.

At first light, I roped off and went on deck to see wtf, and then I saw what had happened.

The WW2 surplus LCM80 ( vientam era LCM 8, sorry, I misremembered that) had a deck house at bulwark level, and a pilothouse and stateroom built above that.

So the roof of the pilothouse was a good 25 feet above the water.

Mounted to the steel of the pilothouse was a 4 inch steel pipe that went up a few feet to a 3 inch steel crossmember, forming a large T on which our radio and navigation antennas, as well as our mastlights, were mounted.

It was gone. The whole thing. Bent over at 90 degrees and broken off as if by the hand of God himself. Also gone were the liferafts, which were also mounted on the roof structure.

The massive 4 inch steel mast had been bent over and torn off. It wasn't like it was corroded and just broke. There was obviously massive force involved, and even the reinforced steel plate of the maststep on the cabin roof was distorted.

It took us about a week, but eventually the seas abated and we were able to bring the barge in under tow to the shelter of the peninsula once again. We made the next thousand miles without much except flat seas and beautiful vistas.... Such is the life of the mariner.

When we eventually got into Dillingham, everyone was quite surprised as we had been declared lost at sea, and the coast guard had already given up the search days before. Both our liferafts had been found empty with their epirbs deployed, and we were all assumed dead.

I still have no idea what monstrous thing must have reached out of the sea and broken off that mast, but whatever it was was inches away from taking out the wheelhouse where I was blindly staring out into the rain tortured darkness on that night.

Shit still haunts me.

Some things I remembered wrong... LCM 8, not 80 75 feet long with the mods it had. Vietnam era, not ww2.

Set up with a full height engine room, 2x 8-71 diesels, 1x 3-71genset, 2x 4-71 genset. Deckhouse an gunwale level with galley, head, shower, and double stateroom. Above that a pilot house with captains stateroom.

Decked over with tanks and reefer system for fish hauling.

[redacted]

We were on a glass bottom boat tour in Hawaii once, in Hanauma Bay and were headed to an area well known for Humpback whales to gather, breed and nurse.

The tour operator said they weren’t allowed to approach closer than 100’ but there were often large groups of whales in the area so the chances of seeing a couple were very high.

When the boat was in transit there was a stream of agitated water under the hull so you couldn’t see anything, I thought the whole glass bottom thing was a scam until we stopped moving, then the view was incredible!

The water was a beautiful blue and visibility seemed unlimited. We had stopped over top of a reef of sorts and the diversity of sea life was amazing.

The tour operator, who was a grizzled old Islander tanned a dark shade of brown, was on the PA describing the amazing sights below our feet.

He spoke with the laid back chilled out voice you’d expect from a guy who’s job was being on vacation in Hawaii!

We hadn’t seen any Humpbacks up close though, just a few breaches a long way off, when suddenly the view in the glass bottom was obscured by bubbles, a whale had swum, at high speed, right under the boat.

Then another, and another, and another, a conveyor belt of whales. They started rubbing up against and bumping into the boat.

I don’t know how big or long the boat was, maybe 75’, held about 100 people, but the impacts were enough to make us slide around on the plastic benches.

Everyone was looking down through the glass bottom, but I glanced up for a second and we were surrounded, on all sides, by whales 8 or 10 deep.

At first the tour operator was gushing with excitement, saying this had never happened to him in 30 years, how lucky we were, how amazing it was.

He said the whales were 45’ - 60’ long and could weigh 40 tons. The were so graceful for their size, all covered in barnacles. It was great fun, the whales seemed quite playful.

Then the bumping intensified to the point where all the passengers where sliding on the plastic benches, crashing into one another and a few fell onto the floor.

People were screaming and children were crying. Obvious fear started creeping into the tour operator’s voice, and that fear percolated down to the tourists.

Eventually he stopped talking, and we all just resigned ourselves to our fate.

You realize at that moment how small and helpless you are, and how big and wild Mother Nature is.

It went on and on, for about 20 minutes, so long it wasn’t even fun anymore, the whales seemed to be terrorizing us. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, they disappeared.

Literally one second we were engulfed in a maelstrom and the next second we were alone on the ocean. The boat captain started the engines and we headed back to the shore.

Everyone sat in stunned silence, husbands consoled wives, women comforted children, not even the tour operator spoke for the 30 minute journey back to shore.

As we approached the dock he came back on the PA with his sales pitch about recommending him to others, but his voice was still pretty shaky. I thought, it probably takes a lot to rattle that guy, we were prolly in more danger than we knew.

[redacted]

Many years ago a family friend took me out to sea for the first time.

Never have I been fishing or on a boat and always wanted to go.

We went out into the Gulf of Mexico according to him, about 3 or so miles out. We just planned to hang out on the boat half the day.

Fish a little. Well, you know how when you’re in a field or big open space (like the ocean) and a cloud above approaches, you can see its shadow on the ground/water?

Well I see that. Maybe stretched a few hundred feet wide.

I mentioned to my friend about how cool it was that we can see an entire clouds shadow coming at us out in the ocean.

Then I looked up to see which cloud it was....there was none. It was a clear blue day. The only clouds I could see was in the horizon far off. That’s strange.

I suggested that maybe we were just moving toward a high area of land? Just a few feet deep?

He said no because we are anchored.

Now both of our hearts drop. It’s approaching us fast. We are laughing hysterically out of pure amazement and confusion.

Now it’s maybe 30 feet away.

We are juuusssttt on the right side of it.

As soon as the shadow begins to pass under us, the boat gets yanked hard.

I fell on my back and my friend was holding onto a rail and didn’t fall.

The boat settled and the shadow continued to move past. It eventually turned to the right and went out to sea.

Friend and I are freaking out and decide to just leave.

He goes to pull the anchor up....but there is no anchor. Just the part where the anchor was attached and it’s ripped off. Damaged.

Whatever that thing was clipped the chain and ripped it off without slowing down at all. That’s why the boat yanked.

Again, it was huge. If I had to compare it to something...I would say maybe a tad bigger than a football field.

As for shape...eggish. It was oval. So the front end was sort of rounded but more pointed than the back. Imagine the shadow of a giant egg with the top facing you.

We still have no leads on what kind of animal is that big and can just bump into an anchor and rip it off like it was made of butter.

/dandylahma/

Created an account just for this. I am a PADI and NAUI instructor living in the FL Keys, have been down here teaching for several years, I am also a Master Captain and run several different dive boats in the area.

Yeah, animals are pretty scary. situations with them are somewhat unpredictable, but for the most part, you know exactly what to expect.

Shark? It will investigate a bit then based on how you react it will decide to leave you alone or investigate further. Barracuda will check you out for a while but are huge bluffers. the whole "they go after shiny stuff" thing is a total myth. Shiny object make them interested, but no Cuda is dumb enough to challenge a human because it sees a pair of earrings. And the list goes on.

For me it's the tiny dangerous creatures that get me and the biggest and dumbest creatures, the human beings. I would rather go ten rounds with a big "scary" shark then go on a dive with a panicky human.

I don't think that there's anything down there that isn't as scary as the infamous Fellow Man.

I can group my stories into animal, non animal, and human scares.

Animal: Did a night dive on the wreck of the Spiegel Grove. Excellent dive, checking out all the nudibranchs and urchins on a rail when i realize i was about half an inch from putting my hand onto a Scorpionfish. they are beautiful animals but have excellent cryptic camouflage.

Oh, and if you get stung by their spines it'll probably make you pass out from the pain.

I was told by a physician down here that they will just put you in a medically induced coma until the venom works its way out of your system rather than put your heart throughthe stress of the pain.

I've been hit several times by Lionfish, distant cousins of the Scorpionfish, and they are pretty nasty. So almost grabbing a Scorp by the spines definitely made me pucker.

Non-Animal: Was cleaning boat bottoms for some side cash one winter. One trawler style boat was pretty awful and had almost no room at all to get under it to scrape the keel.

As i'm under the boat with my tank just touching the mud and my chest just touching the hull I start to notice the hull moving a bit closer.

Then i realize that my tank is lodged into the mud and the hull is starting to feel very unforgiving.

Turns out the tide was starting to go out while i was underneath the hull and i was in very real danger of being slowly turned into a diver-shaped pancake. Thankfully my dumb ass wriggled out and quietly watched the boat sink down with the tide while reevaluating my life choices haha.

Human: Oh lord where to start. So many stories of watching students underwater. Knowing that they are about to panic and hoping you get over to them in time. having a regulator torn out of your mouth by a random guy that wasn't watching his air.

As a Mate I dove in after a lady who jumped in with too much weight on and no regulator (breathing device) in her mouth. Her eyes just watched us as she sank, the few seconds it took to reach her and help felt pretty stretched.

As a captain i can say that there's nothing quite like the feeling of waiting for late divers. we give them times to be back on the boat so we can get back before Happy Hour. Man, when they are getting super late and you are scanning the waves with your binoculars for bubbles, it can get pretty tense.

I've never had someone disappear on me yet (knock on wood) but i have had plenty of rescue situations where afterwards my hands would start to shake if i wasn't holding the steering wheel.

Man, I could go on and on. There are days when i can't believe that i'm getting paid to do this, and days where i can't believe they don't pay me more to do this.

I still wouldn't trade what i do for anything. Love the dive industry, even when it's bad, this is still the most beautiful, heart-wrenching, and gut-punching place to live and work.

Would like to write more, but it's almost two in the morning and i have to run trips tomorrow.

/dandylahma/

Like most of these stories, mine aren't deep sea. Just snorkeling. Thankfully my two stories, while terrifying at the time, wound up being completely harmless animals.

**Story #1** - I used to live in South Florida, and I had a favorite dive spot called Blue Heron Bridge. The actual Blue Heron bridge is a huge bridge that crosses the Intracoastal, ends on a small little island (which is the actual dive area), and there's a little short bridge that leads to Singer Island.

It's an absolutely incredible spot, where I've seen some amazing sea life. It felt like every single time I went to that spot, I would see *something* I'd never seen before in my life, and it was so cool.

So this little bridge that connected to Singer Island was maybe 20-30 feet, and I don't know what it was...it could be the brightest, shiniest, clear skies summer day, and it would still be black as night under that bridge. The only light at all is the other side.

It gets deep near the bridge, and you're likely to see some larger fish down in the trench, so I'm down there checking some stuff out, when I look up, under the bridge. All I see are three MASSIVE shapes, way the hell bigger than me, and they're headed my direction very slowly. It was too dark to make out fins or general shape, beyond "big".

My first immediate thought was "oh fuck, bull sharks". The Intracoastal is generally pretty safe, but you did get the odd bull shark here and there, and bulls are *mean*. They're not the gentle misunderstood giants that Great Whites are, oh no.

They'll bite you because fuck you, that's why. You know how squid will dart away from predators and leave a cloud of ink to distract and confuse them? I was about two seconds away from doing the same, only a cloud of something else. I was fucking terrified!

Thankfully what emerged into the bright sun was not a trio of sharks. It wound up being a family of manatees, a bull, cow, and calf. The bull was fucking *huge*. Easily 9 feet. The cow was probably 7 feet long, and the little calf maybe 3 feet. Absolutely beautiful creatures.

They glide silently by me, only a few feet away, each cocking their big heads to check me out, decide they're unimpressed, swim away. I was absolutely awestruck. I'd seen manatees before, but never one as enormous as this bull, and never a whole family.

Once they were gone, I turned back to the nearby rocks and was checking out some little fish and crabs and stuff, watching them go about their little lives, when I get that *feeling* on the back of my neck, like something or someone's coming up behind me.

I turn around, and here comes the bull manatee, right at me. He's not going too fast and I've never heard of manatees being aggressive, so I wasn't scared, but I did have a moment of "what the fuck is he doing?"

He swam up super close to me, looked me up and down, then turned away close enough that I could reach out and pet him (yes that's legal as long as they come up to you). I guess he was just curious? I don't know, but it was the coolest thing ever.

**Story #2** - Much shorter, this one. I was diving off Key West for the first time, and we'd seen some really cool stuff off the boat on the way to the dive site; dolphins riding the waves alongside us, we saw a couple sharks, etc.

The divemaster did warn us that where we were diving was near the territory of a massive hammerhead, but made sure to let us know hammerheads are bottom feeders, not maneaters.

So I had a glorious time with this dive, saw some incredible stuff. Probably the most amazing part was when I swim down by this huge rock to check out this gorgeous angelfish, and suddenly the rock lifts up off the ground and swims away; the "rock" had been a Loggerhead Sea Turtle the size of a small car (okay an exaggeration, he was like 4 feet, but when you're that close they look enormous!), and we'd startled it.

Cool thing there was my friend's 8 yr old daughter swam after the turtle, and the turtle was *totally okay with it*. It didn't like the adults, but this small child swimming by it? It actually stopped and let her check him out. That was amazing.

So the terrifying part was something I had never swam with. I kept getting nervous, because while the water was very clear, there was a visibility limit, and there was something out where it got murky. Something huge, at least 7-8 ft. And there were a few of them. Whatever they were, they knew we were there, and they were curious but keeping their distance.

Suddenly in my peripheral vision, one of them comes at me. Jesus H Tapdancing Christ, I didn't think it was physically possible for something that massive to move so fucking *fast*. It was so fast, it made it from the murky edge, probably 40 ft away, to within ONE FOOT of me, and back to the murk, an I didn't even get to see what it was. All I could see was a huge impossibly fast blur of black and silver.

Three times this happened. They always came at me from behind or the side, and were gone before I could see what they were. It was scaring the shit out of me. The only way I figured out what the hell they were was when I turned and watched them do it to another diver, and I could actually *see* them.

Mother. Fucking. *Tarpon*.

I'd seen them from the docks, I'd seen fishermen catch them, but I'd never been actually down in the water with them. They're harmless game fish. But my god, these things are fast. Like full on, leaving Barry Allen in the dust, FAST. Really cool fish, but holy shit were they scary!

/the_ocalhoun/

Not really 'deep sea' , but deep enough for recreational diving limits (30m without additional training).

Buddy of mine is a very experienced diving instructor and avid traveler. He's taught several friends to dive and then went on extended diving vacations together, this time it was my turn.

First, a background. During our training he's emphasized battle tested skills, practice practice practice, because diving can be dangerous, he's seen all kinds of shit, and he wants his friends to be safe divers. Takes all precautions and often makes training harder than it needs to be just so you get used to diving under stress.

During the lessons he's told us many a crazy story to scare us straight. One of them was a situation 80ft down on a night dive in Asia somewhere where a box jelly fish that was 10 feet tall was inches away from grabbing one of their group.

The risk here is they can sting you bad, get tangled up, but the sting shock usually causes you to clench jaw, scream and spit out your regulator, etc and in bad cases it can paralyze muscles for a period. Any of those things can cause you to drown.

He very carefully did a "come hither" motion to the diver to get him to swim forward without looking behind him. It worked and they got the fuck outta there. Didn't tell the diver what happened until they got back on the boat. Panic is the enemy under water.

Fast forward to my trip with him. I'm recently certified, feeling pretty confident, we're doing a bunch more dives and training to up my experience.

We work up to a deep dive, night dive, wreck dive, all in one. You need additional training to do all three specialties, I completed each, and this was my first dive combining them all. I'm super excited, we're diving a sunken oil freighter from WW2 at night that's at 100ft depth close to Hawaii.

Also I'm a little nervous as usually you only introduce one or two new variables each new dive, but this night dive charter only went once a month and the weather was perfect so we booked it.

So I'm going to have to apply several tactics all at once that will take away from being able to fully enjoy the fun of the dive but whatever, I'm excited just to get to go.

We dive down and the ship is bad ass. The experience at night only amplifies how cool and kinda creepy it all is. Fuck the ocean is DARK at night.

You use flashlights and glow sticks zip tied to your gear to see. Visibility is challenging but it's like a rave down there with about 20 of us divers. Your air goes quickly at that depth, maybe 20-30 minutes tops for a newer diver like myself but I'm soaking it all in.

My buddy and I are swimming by the ship's mast when I feel a tickle on the back of my neck. Instantly I think back to that jelly fish story he told me and I react with reptilian brain.

I pull out my dive knife and I start stabbing at the thing that's tickling my neck. I'm not fucking dying to a spineless ass jelly fish.

Forget pointing my flashlight at what it is so I can see it, I just start stabbing the darkness. Clearly not thinking straight or calmly. I'm breathing a little harder, tossing around a bit and causing a commotion of bubbles. Buddy is just staring right at me.

After what feels like forever but probably was only 20 seconds I finally get the sense to kick a circle and shine my light on what's touching me. I'm getting prepared to have to go knife to tentacle with this fucking jelly fish and I see a massive fucking.... American flag... hanging off the ship's mast. It's clearly been there for a while, it looks weathered, but it's got 7 or 8 fresh new holes in the bottom corner. Fuck me. I'm an idiot.

I turn to my buddy, shine my light on him and he's killing himself laughing. He saw the whole thing, he let me sort out my panic because he knew it would be a good lesson for me. I'm an idiot.

We finish up the dive, get back on the boat, and have a good laugh on land. Next day, I tell the dive shop I've been diving with the story over a few beers and offer to buy them a new flag.

They're killing themselves laughing at my expense and told me not to worry about the flag, the story was worth it. I bought a few rounds for us all to make up for it. I still feel mortified to this day but it is funny to laugh at now.

Panicking under water is a bad idea. Even if nothing bad happens and all you do is embarrass yourself.

/OutlawJessie/

I was a dive instructor in Indonesia Flores , that's where the famous Komodo islands are and incredible beautiful diving.

At the time I just started diving in Komodo for like 1-2 months.

I'll try to make the story short... But I think I'll fail.

Now I was guiding a group of divers , 1 dive master , his gf was advanced open water and 1 more advanced open water diver.

We were diving on a dive site called batu balong. Which is a mini island that has a slope on one side going down and a wall on the other. Down to approx 50 meter where it goes into a very small slope down more.

Anyway, so we jumped in on the wall side of the dive site and I was surprised that we were on the wall side. As on the current schedule it looked like we had to jump on slope side to evade the current. But I didn't think much of it and we went down to 30m.

As it is such a small dive site you go from 1 side to the other and work your way up like that. I saw all the other group move to the left of the dive site.

So I decided to start on the right side. As to evade the bubbles coming up and ruining a part of the dive.

Now we moved to the left side and all the other groups to the right side. On the edge of the left side I noticed that there were way more big fish around.

I took a look over the edge and felt the current hitting me like a train. I knew what had happened.. the current was shifting from the slope side to the wall side and it would come fr the left side of the dive site. We were at around 20-25 m at the time.

I told my group to stay close to the wall and go to the right side in a hurry to try avoid the current hitting us. When we were in the middle of the wall side the current hit us full on .

We were pushed up to 10-15 m and pulled back down to 25-30 m . In just a few seconds. The current was so strong it would pull your octopus and mask half off your face .

I told my group to hug to wall and hold on to the rocks so we don't get pushed up or pulled down. We were flapping there going up and down on the rocks for a min.

Then I motioned my group to crawl up on wall by holding and pulling them self up by the rocks.

We got to around 6 m when I noticed the gf of the dive master was still at 10m panicking. I told the other 2 dives to stay at 6m while I crawled down to the girl.

Grabbing her hand to take hold of me and trying to calm her down by looking into her eyes signaling it will be okay.

Her mask was filling with water... From her tears. I pulled her up to 4-5 meters. We made a 3 min safety stop there holding on to the rocks.

Then I signaled the group that we would fill our bcd with air and launch ourself to the surface to get to safety . ( The current was even stronger then before) I was the last one to let go as to make sure everyone got safely to the surface.

We all made it safely and we'll out of the water and onto the boats.

Our dive time was around 25min. But all our tanks were empty from breathing so fast.

When we got onto the boat the girl bursted into crying and I apologised and calmed her with tea and cookies. Her bf, the dive master understood I made an error but was happy we got out safely.

The other advanced diver came to me and told me with a smile that it was his first current dive and he found it insane. I told him this normally doesn't happen. And that we were lucky to get out safely.

The problem that occurred was that all the other dive masters and instructors had said the they would switch to the other side of the dive site mid dive.. I was left out of this and didn't know.

Learned a valuable lesson there and then.

Communication is important in diving!

Sorry for the long story! Hope you liked it. Don't have a picture of a potato sorry.

/HeyL_s8_10/

TLDR: Got separated from the group at 85 ft. Couldn’t find the line to get back to the boat. Buddy had a leak and swam to the surface leaving me alone. Felt like I was in the movie Open Water.

Went on a group dive with an initial decent down a line to 85 ft where it attached to a wreck of a WW2 cargo ship. After exploring it for a few minutes we climbed up the side of the bank that caused the wreck to 30 ft. Decent back to 85 ft before making our way back up the line to the boat.

My father was my dive buddy and collectively we made a series of stupid decisions that day.

We were the only ones without a dive line. We figured there were 5 groups of divers and we could just stay close and follow at least one group back. (The dive line is on a reel that attaches to the bottom of the decent line so you can find your way back to the boat)

My father knew his BCD had a minor leak and chose to use it anyway.

Even without a leak uses way more air than me where he ends up in the red while I have over a 1/4 tank. I’ve told him he needs a bigger tank but he insists he’s fine.

We didn’t discuss any of the above with any other dive group.

The first half of the dive went perfect and we were having a great time. We followed everyone else and their dive lines up to the 30 ft mark and everyone was digging around in the sand and rocks for old cargo.

My father and I were trying to pick out the most intact Jeep piston from a large pile when I finally looked up everyone else was gone.

This is where we should have just surfaced and waived for the dive boat knowing that it was not too far from our location.

Instead my father signaled to head back in the direction of the mooring line back to the boat. I followed.

Not too long after My father signaled he was lost but I recognized the landmarks and signaled to follow me.

A moment later he tapped me on the shoulder to show me his air gauge. It was well into the red and we were at about 70 ft with the line not far away.

I tried to signal that it was just past the two tankers ahead but he pointed up to a line about our heads and just started swimming for it.

When he grabbed on it immediately went slack. It was a line for a lobster buoy. Then he just continued to swim up and disappeared from sight. I had to choose to follow or head for the line. Because I only thought I knew where the line was I decided to follow him.

For those who don’t know, you need to hang out for about 5 minutes in 15-20 feet of water for a decompression stop after a deep dive or you can get nitrogen bubbles in your blood and that’s not good. There are also currents around that depth that can sweep you out to sea without you even noticing.

When I got to 20 ft my father was nowhere to be seen and I had to choose to either decompress and risk being swept away or heading right to the surface to hopefully be close to the boat and risk blood bubbles.

I still don’t know if I made the right choice, but I chose to decompress because I couldn’t see myself affording the medical bills for a stint in a decompression chamber.

All I could think of was the movie open water. I was sure I would surface and there would be nothing around me but water and I would be battling great whites until I was rescued, drowned, or eaten.

When I finally surfaced my father was 50 yards to my left and the boat was under 100 yards ahead of me.

We are now proud owners of dive lines and my father bought a brand new BCD. He still doesn’t think he needs a bigger tank.

[redacted]

I’m a long time scuba diver (instructor/Divemaster) and ex commercial diver. I probably have a few horror stories that would make people’s hair curl (diving literally in shit, for example, or helping drag a car with a body inside out of the river) but actually the most interesting story happened when I was on holiday in Turkey and diving over there as a tourist.

I had a package booked with this little Turkish dive operator who ran out of a boat moored up just off an island.

The Divemasters seemed to be a good bunch and as with all places they took us in for a check dive (which as an instructor it was a formality).

So cue day 2 - this little island is maybe 100m long and you could swim around quite easily. It provides shelter in the lee of the island where the large dive boat is moored up.

To get to the dive boat a small tender picks you up from the beach and we drive across a lagoon. So far so good.

We get kitted up on the main boat and then the little tender takes us to a dive site - with everything on except fins, mask & so-forth.

So we’re motoring along but there’s 6 of us sat in this little tender plus the skipper. We get out of the safety of the island’s shelter and the sea starts getting choppy.

We motor on, but progressively something seems to be happening with the boat.

Waves are swamping the front and the water’s not coming out - the bilge isn’t working.

The boat progressively starts to get a little lower in the water, we’re maybe 500 yards from the main boat now. I instinctively grab my fins - I know what is about to happen and shout at my buddy ‘grab your stuff’ which he does. And then the rest follow suit.

The engine starts to splutter, I grab my mask and put it on, this boat is sinking fast.

10 seconds later the skipper jumps off the boat as it finally just succumbs to the waves and it disappears under the water, leaving the divers floating with inflated BCD’s and the boat slowly sinking to the bottom 10m underneath us.

My commercial diver kicks in. I say to the skipper ‘swim back to the boat and ask the captain to send the other tender and some BCD’s on it’ (I knew he didn’t have any lift bags).

We’ll go down and dive it and I’ll attach an SMB to it so we know where it is - come back and meet me.

He nodded and swam off and the other Divemaster went off and dived with the group while I (as a customer here, mind) and my buddy dived the wreck of the tender we had just been on.

I dropped down to the tender which was leaking fuel and thankfully sat upright in the seagrass at around 10m. I sent up my SMB (safety sausage) and tied it to one of the boards on the deck of the tender.
Once we saw the other tender re-appear a few minutes later, I slowly ascended with my buddy.

We grabbed the BCD’s off the chap and thankfully I had my drysuit hose attached to my regulator (it was my gear!) - so we took 4 BCD’s down and strategically clipped them off to different parts of the boat.

I then (thankfully the same connector) used my drysuit hose to inflate them one at a time and slowly the boat lifted off the grass and made it’s way to the surface.

We tied a rope to the bow and the other tender towed it back round to the main boat. Thankfully I had enough gas left where my buddy and I finished the dive by swimming back to the main dive boat underwater.

Suffice to say, I had a few more dives with them including an amazing night dive experience where the whole sea was fluorescent and I didn’t pay for a thing that trip ☺️☺️

They offered me a job - I declined 😛

/HYURJF/

I have three, two of which are humorous as well. 1.) Redondo Beach is off the southern portion of Santa Monica Bay, California.

It is a fun place to dive as there is a deep underwater trench that comes very close to shore, allowing a different variety of life to observe, as well as being a popular spawning ground for squid.

During one dive I saw an interesting seashell. I picked it up to look at it more closely and the next thing I knew there's a very aggressive, vicious-looking fish with angry teeth coming out of it. By this point, I had it fairly close to my face and only had a split second to react.

So I dropped the shell and "jumped" back, unconsciously letting out a startled yell/scream causing my regulator to pop out erupting into a curtain of bubbles.

I quickly put my regulator back in and purged the water from it, in time to see the fish that scared me swimming away as fast as it could. It had a cartoonishly large head and tiny body, leaving me chuckling and embarrassed at my moment of panic.

During a dive off of Santa Catalina Island, south-southwest of Los Angeles, California, I spied a sleeping horn shark. Horn sharks are a type of bullhead shark common to the shallow rocky reefs found near the popular Casino Point Underwater Park.

I took off my glove so that I could gently pet the shark and feel it's rough sandpaper-like skin. While petting the shark, my dive partner thought it would be funny to gently pull its tail and wake it up. Sharks take to being startled awake about as well as anyone does.

It whipped quickly around thinking it was being attacked, ready to defend itself with its many rows of razor-sharp teeth.

My reaction was much like it was with the Redondo Beach fish. Thankfully horn sharks are not aggressive by nature, immediately recognizing I was not a threat and swam away indignantly to nap elsewhere.

My final short tale is of a dive at beautiful June Lake, in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Each Labor Day Holiday weekend our dive club would camp out at June Lake, conducting a trash clean-up dive as community service one day, and a crawdad dive the next.

Crawdad is a local colloquialism for Crayfish, which are freshwater crustaceans resembling small lobsters.

The weekend would wrap up with a huge pot-luck crawdad feast and people showing off various "treasures" they found.

We would usually fill 2-4 dumpsters (commercial trash bins) during the clean-up. During one of these dives, I experienced a "reverse squeeze".

A reverse squeeze occurs when expanding air is trapped inside a diver's ears.

The trapped air exerts pressure and causes extreme pain similar to a skipping equalization during descent. However, the problem is the exact opposite.

The pain of a reverse squeeze on the ascent is caused by too much air in the ears rather than too little. If not remediated, a diver can easily rupture their eardrum.

In this case, I recognized what was happening and took steps to stop my ascent After signaling my dive partner I began slowly descending again to allow my ears to re-equalize.

The pain caused me to clench my eyes shut and curl up slightly.

I found myself scared, in pain, and sinking into the dark murky depths away from sunlight and safety.

Eventually, I felt the pressure and pain lessen, allowing me to slowly resume my ascent.

The largest risk during this, in addition to barotrauma to the middle ear, is running out of air due to lengthening the dive time.

Eventually, I was able to reunite with my very worried dive partner on the surface.

/LolaBean52/

I dive a lot, several times a week. My area has a lot of theoretically dangerous things - sharks and barracudas, morays and stingrays, blue ringed octopuses, cone snails, box jellies, siphonophores of all kinds, sea snakes, stone fishes and scorpion fishes, venomous catfish, crown of thorns starfish and various sea urchins that can hurt you in several different ways, Titan triggerfish, and so on and so on.

But only one thing has ever got me. Twice.

Are you ready? Clownfish. Like Nemo.

They are territorial and brave and will get in your face if you're near their anemones.

I usually respect their space, but I was distracted watching something else a couple of times, and turns out they will actually bite if you don't leave their space fast enough.

For real though, I don't have particular horror stories, but the scariest moments are probably when I get caught in strong currents and have to crawl on the bottom to fight it, going hand over hand like I'm climbing a horizontal wall.

Despite what a lot of people tend to think (especially looking at the daunting list of dangerous animals in my area) sea critters aren't your problem. You leave them alone and it's fine.

Sea conditions like waves or currents, and above all human error, are the real killers.

I just remembered an incident that did scare me - it was a human error/equipment failure issue.

When you're diving, you want to ascend to the surface slowly.

This is because under pressure your blood and tissues can hold more gasses (in particular inert nitrogen from your compressed air) dissolved in it than when you're at the surface, and as you ascend to the surface these dissolved gasses have to return to being gasses.

If you're slow, you just breath it out as you come up, but if you're too fast they turn into bubbles of gas in your arteries and veins before they can be vented out.

This causes embolisms as well as decompression sickness (a.k.a. the bends).

I was diving with a friend at about 25m (~82ft) when her old beat up BCD (the vest that you can inflate with air to control your buoyancy) started to inflate on its own.

This has happened to me before as well, but I just disconnected the air hose from the BC immediately and carried on, and went on to do about 10 dives with a busted BC that I only inflated manually.

She didn't think to do that, or didn't have time to do that - this happened very quickly. I saw that she was having buoyancy control issues - she was upside down kicking to try to stay down - but in the few seconds it took for me to realize how bad the problem was, she was already at the surface.

Basically I quickly glanced around to see if there was a rock I could use to weigh her down and when I turned back she was gone.

I followed her up, but not too quickly, and even so my dive computer was beeping warnings at me. When we met up I wondered why she didn't use her dump valve (there is a valve at the bottom of the BC exactly for releasing air when you are feet up) especially since she was experienced and should know to do that.

Then I saw that the string you pull to open the valve was missing, so it was literally impossible to dump the air when oriented that way. So check your gear before you use it!

I was pretty worried that she would come down with the bends, but she was fine.

People are often worried that I dive alone a lot, but honestly all of my scariest and most anxious moments were problems occurring with other people.

/glittergoats/

When I was getting my open water diving license we had to practice emergency procedures for if we found ourselves to be out of air.

Now I was having buoyancy issues during the dive, and so had wasted quite a lot of my air by dumping it from my buoyancy vest...

When we got to the bottom (around 10 metres or so), the instructor signalled to my buddy and I that I was to simulate being out of air.

So there’s a few hand signals you’re supposed to do, like slicing your throat with you’re finger etc.

So after grabbing the instructor’s shoulder and having their alternate air supply in my mouth, we do the necessary hand signals and do the simulated slow and controlled emergency ascent, stopping halfway to avoid the bends (although at the depth we were, I’m pretty sure that step wasn’t necessary).

All is well, and we go back down. It’s now my buddy’s turn to simulate an emergency ascent. However, as they’re getting set up to do the drill, I noticed it getting harder and harder to breathe... I looked at my gauge, and it was completely empty.

I was relatively relaxed at this point, since I knew exactly the procedure to follow, having just practiced it.

So I’m slicing my finger across my throat at the instructor to indicate I’m out of air, but she wags her finger to say no, slices her own throat and then points to my buddy...

It’s not my turn to do the drill, it’s my buddy’s turn.

At this stage I’m getting no air at all. I start more frantically slicing my throat, which is met with more quizzical expressions and wags of the finger...

So I grab my gauge and wave it at the instructor, and simultaneously begin to grab their alternate air supply.

The instructor then removes her own air supply she’s breathing from and shoves it in my mouth (deviating from the procedure - this is when I start to panic a bit).

The instructor then (accidentally, it turns out) knocks my googles off my face, and I’m greeted with icy cold water to the face and zero visibility. I’m really panicking at this point. This is a major deviation from the procedure...

I figure something must be drastically wrong for my instructor to knock my googles off.

I grab on to the instructor’s shoulder and forgo the remaining hand signals, basically forgetting everything we had literally just practiced, and start kicking hard for the surface.

At the surface it was very choppy, so I got a few mouth fulls of water trying to manually inflate my vest.

I’ve got about a twenty metre swim to the jetty, so head off while the instructor goes back down for my buddy.

My buddy meanwhile is completely freaking out at the bottom of the ocean. She ends up losing one of her fins.

After getting back on the jetty, both my buddy and I sat out of the rest of the day’s activities. The instructor went back to collect my googles and the fin.

I hate to think how I would of reacted if I had ran out of air thirty seconds later, me alone down their whilst my buddy and instructor were ascending...

I did end up completing the course, but only went diving once after that. I experienced an anxiety attack on my final dive, and decided maybe SCUBA is not for me.

/kittenrice/

Well, here is my story.

I was diving in a local pond with a group of much more advanced divers (cave divers) than I (just an advanced certification at the time).

I am leading the dive, as to get used to pressures and responsibilities of heading the procession, they are mentoring me.

It is a Texas puddle, visibility 10 feet max, not too deep, maybe 25 feet.

The known horrible visibility makes it impossible to navigate by compass, we follow a line (string) put by other divers.

These lines go from one sunken item to another. So, I know I am about to hit a small sunken boat, don't remember which one, there are a few similar in a row in a same state of decay.

So, I am first in the group, I get to the boat and see someone's black army boot sticking out from the inner quarters. Curious thing is, it looks somewhat new, not like items you find on the bottom.

Hard to see, too much muck in the water.

So, I touch the boot, thinking it is by itself but it won't lift, like it is attached to something heavy.

I put my hand further in and feel the leg continuing out, pants, the calf, and I see the second leg now. Fuck with a big letter F, right?

I turn around and show a sign for the emergency assent to the group behind me.

Everyone has a sour face, no one wants to surface but it is a rule that if one says "up", others in a group must abort, no questions.

They wanted me to explain with signs why, but what is a diver's sign for a cadaver?

I feel like I rush toward the surface, even though trying to stay calm and take time.

So, we are on the lake's surface, I have this adrenaline rush, can't breath enough. So, I tell them there is a body down there. I see rolling eyes from everyone, once they see I am serious.

A fun bunch, right? So, I describe in detail what I saw. We go down, I don't lead anymore, we make a group search pattern for the line.

But once we locate it, we don't know if we should go forward or backwards, as there are a number of boats on the line and who knows in which the body is in and how far we drifted while talking it out on the surface. Well, we find all boats before finding the original one, of cause.

So, our customary leader goes into the cabin of the boat and we wait. I'd say he was rather courageous at this point, went right in. Then he emerges from the cloud of muck and tells us all to surface.

So, gluing information together from what we learned later on. Turns out the police or some other agency had a body recovery training in the same lake the same day.

When they went for lunch, they stuffed their fully dressed anatomically correct rubber doll in one of the sunken boats for a few hours for safekeeping.

Well, I died a little that day.

/Digestivesrule/

This was about ten years ago I was 17 when my father and I went on our first deepwater open ocean dive off the coast of South Carolina.

We have been on numerous lake and quarry dives so I was ecstatic to finally check out some of the shipwrecks off the coast.

The first day of this weekend excursion was simply amazing. We got to check out some cool shipwrecks and all the different types of fish blew my mind.

The first dive on the second day was an entirely different story.

The maximum planned dive depth was about 120ft at this massive shipwreck 9 miles off the coast.

I remember that it took like two hours to reach our destination and we were so far off the coastline you couldn’t see anything in all directions.

The initial dive was great and the wreck was so massive you couldn’t see the entire ship even with good visibility.

Lots of cool fish here and even got to see a few barracuda swimming around.

At the end of our dive, my father and I along with an older gentleman on the excursion started our ascent to the surface.

We were monitoring our depth for a slow ascent and planned to make a safety stop around 20 feet.

Well, the moral of the story is to know your equipment inside and out because my father accidentally inflated his buoyancy compensator instead of deflating to hold at the correct depth.

Before he knew what even happened, he shot out of reach and surfaced.

So, the older gentleman and I continue with our safety stop before we surface and go head and swam back to the boat.

By the time we surfaced my dad was already back at the boat and since the current was stronger today, we had a long surface swim back.

Turns out my father is just fine and didn’t need any medical attention.

However, once onboard the older gentleman started experiencing symptoms of a heart attack and we had to rush back to shore.

That two-hour trip took less than 45 mins on the way back.

Luckily one of the other divers not with the excursion was a doctor and kept him stable administered O2.

With the shore back in view, we were met with a Coast Guard Rescue helicopter where one of the officers leaped off the helicopter and swam to our boat to access the situation.

The hoisted the gentleman off our boat and to avoid possible decompression sickness, they transported him to the hospital at an altitude of 300 feet.

Everyone turned out to be alright in the end and the older gentleman was released from the hospital after a few days.

Father hits the wrong button on his BC causing a rapid accent from 20ft.

Then an older gentleman suffers from a heart attack 9 miles off the coast and has to be Heli lifted by the coast guard to the hospital.

Everyone made a full recovery.

/SeaBearPA/

There was this one trip that I went on, where our job was to clean a harbor.

Where the diving was all done on a steep hill and our dives were all surface supplied with surface decompression(AKA Sur D).

Our team pulled more than a million pounds of garbage out of the water. Where we started the dives was about 30 ft of water and we went all the way down the hill to about 160+ Ft.

On a dive that started out with moving a filled salvage basket that had 3x10k lift bags on it and clearing the left over stuff from the previous dives.

I was bringing salvage basket back up the hill to be removed. While my dive budy was rigging a 55gal drums of concrete, ment to hold equipment down.

By the worst means possible.

Attaching a sling to a rusted steel piece of rebar. I heard a loud ting and rumbling. When I looked up I saw that it was rushing down the hill right at the basket with me behind it pushing it up the hill. It was moving fast and crashed into the basket.

I ended up sliding down the hill about 15ft and being pinned with both my legs under the basket. I was lucky that the bottom was soft and my legs weren't crushed.

It took 20 min for my buddy to get me free and all I ended up with were bruised, scraped and aching legs. I didn't dive for a week after that.

Another time we were at about 145 ft of water where I had made the mistake of running my umbilical through the rigging on the salvage basket.

My buddy was trying to move that basket closer to the clean up site and he was not experienced.

I made the mistake of not going back to help when he over filled the lift bags and I got dragged to the surface while he jumped off.

It was really bad because I immediately started feeling off. I ended up doing the only thing I could at that moment and that was dump air out of the lift bags and ride it back to the bottom.

I got lucky with the fact that it all happened fast enough that I didn't get serious Type II DCS.

When the Sur D was done, I was felt normal and didn't have any issues.

Ending on a funny note.

We had found a length of pipe that was about 2 ft in diameter and ran for 200 ft that we were required to remove.

We had 2 sets of divers that believed the pipe was steel so they tried to cut it with Broco.

When my set got in we realized that it was not steel but was like a steel belted tire.

They did not believe us, so they sent down a camera, where they saw me shove my knife into it and the the two of us picked it up off the bottom over our heads.

Then they sent us down as saw and wire snip and we finished the job in 30 min.

/taeamu/

So, I’ve been at this for a while but we’ll go with one of the lightweight stories:

I’m working a commercial dive charter, got a few recreational divers I’m keeping track of while we’re under. About 10 minutes into our dive (entirely too early)

One young woman has completely sucked her air tank dry and is scrambling towards me at full speed making the international hand signal for “I’m outta air”.

Let me tell you, it’s not what they teach you PADI, it’s more similar to the kid from Robin Hood, men in tights, who’s spoda be a rip-off of the gone alone kid. It’s panic.

I see this coming, and instinctively tuck My chin and and cover my regulator with my non-dominant hand.

When people are out of air you can show them anything you want that will help them, the only thing they want, is the reg in YOUR mouth, because they can see it works.

She grabs the regulator out of my hand and start sucking air.

To my horror I watch the whole regulator fall to pieces and float away, I’m now looking straight down her throat!

Before you get angry at me, it was not my reg and it worked during surface check.

I realize something has gone horrifically wrong, take a deep breath and pass my reg out of my mouth to her. Too late.

She’s blowing for the surface at 100 mph from 100 feet under. NOT GOOD!

I take my time getting to her, blow my safety stop, hey - it’s an emergency.

Surface conditions are 8-10’ and she’s weighted down and not doing well.

I assume the rescue position behind her, jam my working reg in her mouth and start manually inflating her BCD, then I take her weights (my bcd can float 4 times what I dive with, big ass wing), and we signal the boat for help. Back on the boat we go.

Me, “you good? You okay, you need cpr?”

Her, “I’m okay, thank you so much!”

Me, “awesome. I’m gonna go back to throwing up now” which I do on every boat trip, no matter what!

Her, licking her lips and smacking her tongue, “oooooh... thaaaaaat’s what that was...”

See, I throw up on every boat ride as I mentioned, and it doesn’t ever get better!

Even if I black out I still get sicker in my sleep, so I wind up puking underwater... which passes right through the reg (and I only eat peanut butter and root beer before a boat trip because it comes out the reg VERY easily)

That’s my horror story! Stay safe out there

/count_dynamo/

Not quite what the question is asking in the traditional sense of the word, but it was a horror for me.

I'm a SCUBA instructor, and was a fairly new one at the time of the story.

This was my worst student ever.

Myself and another instructor were taking a class of 8 high school students through their basic scuba course (open water).

The first part involves spending some time practicing skills in a swimming pool. Everyone is kneeling down, I'd demonstrate, they'd repeat one by one after me.

Now this dumb motherfucker could kneel on the ground. You'd think if someone was unable to kneel they'd fall backwards or forwards right?

Nope, not this nutjob, she was falling over *sideways* while kneeling.

Go ahead and try that now. It's actually difficult.

I essentially had to hold her upright the entire pool session, until we got to a skill she refused to do (water in mask).

She got out, got changed and played on her phone.

The rest of the class finishes and we're all changing, and someone mentions to her offhand "you know you can't go in the ocean unless you do the pool stuff right?"

BOOM she's getting changed again, when we're all about to leave, insisting that Jack (the other instructor) helps her through it, and only Jack.

I'm more than happy with this, I was 18 so not much older than the high school kids so we're shooting the shit while we see fins and limbs flail underwater as she wrestles with removing and replacing her weight belt.

Poor Jack.

We head back for some lunch and then it's off to the beach.

Where the van parks is a good 100m from the water at least, and there's a picnic table and stuff and we start gearing up, in view of the ocean the whole time.

When we're ready to go we pick up our stuff and start walking towards the water. "Hang on, do we have to walk all the way over *there*?" I hear the student moan.

HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET THERE?! WE COULD SEE THE WALK THE WHOLE TIME, IT'S NOT LIKE IT SNUCK UP!

Now to make things easier I took 6 students and Jack took the problem child +1.

By the time I'd finished both dives he had only finished one, bearing in mind I had 3 times the students as he did and one of his was already qualified - he was just hanging around watching.

When Jack got out I asked him how it was, and I've never seen a more broken man in my life.

/Yetisufo/