MeatCanyon
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
I asked what he was doing, and the response was not what I'd hoped for.
I felt the familiar sick in my gut sensation.
Slowly, I crept over to the diver and turned his body toward me.
It resisted, but slowly turned its face toward me.
Its faceplate was fogged up, and I fought my better judgment.
I leaned in close.
I wish to this day I hadn't.
It was dark, but I could all too clearly make out the features.
The person wearing this helmet had long since passed away.
I lost my confidence, starting to scream.
My comms were blazing, divers and topside were frantically trying to get my attention, but I was focused on one thing only.
I was scrambling backward, away from him, but I had fouled my umbilical around the rigging gear in my state of panic.
The thing had again returned its focus to the minivan.
As I frantically cleared myself from the slings, I noticed a telltale lack of bubbles coming from the helmet.
It was opening the minivan door and reaching inside.
As I swam away from the van, I watched it grab one of the passengers and drag them into the darkness.
This was when I began to realize I might not be cut out for working beneath the seas.
I continued diving for longer than I knew I should.
The entire time, the thought lingering in the back of my mind, I need to get a safer career.