To date, the most exhilarating thing I’ve done I’m my life has been a shark dive on a trip in the Caribbean. After college, my grandmother gave me a wonderful gift. She paid for my cruise down in the crystal-clear seas of the Caribbean. However, instead of a big cruise ship, it was a sailboat that had enough room for roughly fifteen people and the crew, that was focused on providing its customers a fantastic scuba experience. With upwards of three dives per day, every day brought new wonders and secrets of the sea.
The most memorable dive was the aforementioned shark dive. Despite the sharks being Caribbean Reef Sharks, the company required us to sign a release. And while they always used the dingy to pick up divers that were fatigued, before we got into the water, they reminded us they were attracting the sharks with the dingy, besides the chum line. At the time, and even now, that line brought a smile to my face. As a result, when I pulled the prompt for this piece, I leaned into the memory when I sat down to write this tale.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
A lean man reached out and traced the clear doorframe. When he finished, he glanced over his shoulder. “Peter, is this safe?”
“It’s safer than the real thing,” Peter said, stopping beside the other fellow. He spun his friend about and brushed the red flight suit. “Logan, you’ve always wanted to experience the thrill of skydiving. Unfortunately, you’re not fond of walking out of a perfectly functional aircraft.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
Peter wrapped an arm around Logan’s shoulders and patted the man’s chest. “This chamber will allow you to fly like Icarus.”
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