The shit kicked out of us

hi everyone squid here goin to tell you a little story
this one grunt saved my life
and chris too
and probably my fathers too, this is a early diving story

so we decided to go diving, this was before i had my advanced diving license
we where all open water divers, lowest of the low, and greenest of the green
well expcept my father, a scunba god in my eyes, and he always will be!

so my father told me that his friend found this great place in gloster mass, so we all packed up and went, chris grunt myslef and my father, at this time grunt was not grunt yet, and i was not even known as fishfood yet, but this was a dive to change that, well not the frist one.

so we get to the beach at cape ann, which is part of gloster. and it was to a surprise that it was not looking good, the tide was moving, the sight was just big bolders covered in sea weed and there where lots of divers.

so we all get geared up, chris and i where buddies and my fatehr and grunt where buddies, chris was 16 and i was 17, so of course being the young bunch, we both where in the water frist, and it was not a sight to see, i slid on my belly 20 feet in to the water then struggled to the bottom to find that i was being tossed around, and so did chris. we surfaced about 30 years out and tired agreed to go back in.

we swam to the bolders and then the waves took controll of us, this is what happened to me, i was tossed about 5 feet in the air, with 30 pounds of weight on my waist, and a 40 pound tank on my back, thats 70 extra pounds to a 170 pound 17 yearold. i hit the rocks and got the shit kicked out of me, i was dragged back into the water by the water... and tossed in to a whoral pool, my reg ripped out of my mouth and mack flooded, i could not see or breath, i could not kick to the surface because the water was holding me down, the wooosh the water picked me up and did the same, 5 feet in the air and wam on the rocks, i bounced my head off the rocks and was strugling for my reg cus i know what was goin to happen and i could not hold my breath anymore, i was being dragged back by the water and i sill didnt have my reg, and i still could not see. i was getting scared, sucked back down in to the hole and bouncing around like a rag doll in a washing machine on spinc cycle, i started to think

"ok ok ok, keep your mind clear, hold your breath, you can do this, where is up.... cant figure this out... ok the wave is pulling out..... ok ok ok..... so this is almost over... when i get to the surface with the wave take as much air as you can.... start ditching gear when you are at the surface.... okokok... you can do this.... okokok keep clear.... ok ok ok the water is almsot gone.... ok ok ok, im running out of air.... running our of.....

swoosh and i was picked up by the next wave, thrown 5 feet into the air again and slam right on the rocks, i was strugling for anything to grab on but all i had was slimy sea weed, and i could not get a grip, what ever i had was tearing off the rocks like wet paper... i still had no reg, my mask is still flooded and i cant see anything, i started to feel my self being pulled back into the sea.

Shitshitshitshit, i cant do this again, i cant breath, im not at the surface. fuckfuckfuck... god damn it, i cant do this fuckfuckfuck

and then.....

then all of a sudden i stopped, and the water was rushing all around me, but i was not moving. all i heard was

"I got you dude, dont worry, i got you..."

When i was out of the water and resting, i looked up and saw grunt, he had pulled me about 15 feet up and out of harms way, i was saved, if it was not for him i would have drown. i didnt have the strenght to do that by my self with all that gear on me, and i was coughing up enought salt water to fill a fish tank. i would have dropped all my gear, but i was being flung around so viloently that i could not grab anything, i was also very inexperianced.

come to find out, we picked the worst area to get out of the water, grunt and my father went in after us and they got the shit kicked out of them, but they picked a more shelterd way in, i think, but they went inbefore chris and i went in. and chris got dragged in as well, kicking and screaming that he didnt need help, but when he got out and saw his gear all banged up and leaking air, he soon relized that grunt saved him too, but to this date he still does not fess up to him saving his scrony ass. that is why we dont go diving with him anymore. plus his mother blamed my father for his faulty gear..... faulty gear is a part of life, sorry hunny, go cry some where else.

so we met up with the person who sugested the place to us and come to find out he was going home early becuse he serverly sprained his rist and lost a mask and a fin and something else.

well all looked at each other and all at once said, "Green Water"
that was our next destination for the day, a 1.5 hour drive that was supose to take us 2 hours. guess who drove..... me.....

that dive is antoher post

but again thanks to grunt i can post these, with out him, davey jones would be a buddy of mine and i would be sharing a locker with him...

so this is squid signing off sayen
stay conected like ninex
and a grunt to drag you in every once and a while is a good thing to have!