Das Boot and the Undersea Adventure
The sun beat down oppressively as I shifted myself into a slightly shaded covered part of the boat. Sea swells of three feet tossed the craft from side to side in a rocking motion more akin to a once balanced rocker trying to navigate a boulder placed under one side. Rhythmic motion was replaced by a jostled frenzy. I pulled a black hood over my head that when stretched to its full extent, left only a small circle of skin exposing my mouth, nose, and eyes. A little more coverage and I would have appeared as nondescript, as a Muslim woman wearing a full Hijab. I could feel my skin trying to sweat yet the 5mm thick neoprene that covered my body refused to allow the droplets any space to form. Nervously I checked and rechecked my air supply. "There was air there right?" I asked myself. I mean I think I had turned the knob the right way. I felt somewhat like a contortionist in a freak show as I clumsily reached down and did my best to secure my two fins. With the f