I volunteered immediately since I love adventure. However, if you haven't yet deduced from the last few posts, I am deathly afraid of underwater monsters. Nothing could ever strike fear into my heart better than them. I'm rather fascinated by them, sure, I just don't want them to be anywhere where they could bite off a limb. Heck, I freak out when my foot touches the drain cover in a swimming pool, for crying out loud. This is a problem since I love to swim but I have to live in constant fear of something taking me to a watery grave.
What I think of every time I go for a dip.
Anyway, the guide and I, armed only with our snorkeling gear, swam out a good distance from the shore. As I looked down, all I could see were rocks, corals, sea anemones and all these fish. It was beautiful. There were rainbow colored ones and "Finding Nemo" ones, all in a variety of sizes. At one point I even encountered a swordfish, which was as long as my forearm. I tried not to get too close, though. We were armed with a packet of bread and it was fun feeding the fishes and watching them gobble everything up underwater. The guide kept showing me these corals but I wasn't really interested.
I did see something that caught my eye, though - a single fish darting around frantically in the water. It seemed to be rather protective of this little rock. I wondered why. Silly me. I dived down there and touched that rock. I didn't think it was worth anything. Anyway, as I turned my back to swim away, I felt something bite me and hard, too. The fish I saw earlier just bit me. I looked back at it and it seemed ready to bite me again. I stared right into those rabid, bloodshot eyes from hell. At this point, I panicked. Everything seemed to slow down, my limbs felt like jelly. I quickly resurfaced and started screaming, flailing my arms and kicking. The guide rushed to my aid, but I could not say anything of significance. I climbed all over him and dunked his head into the water over and over again in my panic. I kept screaming "It bit me! It bit me! OH GAWD! I don't wanna die!". At this point, the guide starts to become freaked out as well. He grabs me and drags me back to dry ground as fast as he can, as I cling on to him for dear life. As he drags me onto the shore, he looks me over and I point to my leg. There was a little bite mark there, the size of a human kiss mark. Seriously. It was swollen and was bleeding a bit. The guide facepalme'd and told me he thought a shark bit me or something. All I could utter was: "THERE WERE SHARKS BACK THERE?!"
I'll leave you with that,
I'll leave you with that,