Some times a dive is just like that.
You dive in negative and totally flood your mask instead of only partially, keep going and clear, head's too hot, the mask fogs, your left eye stings, equalise
let water in clear again not much viz, lose sight of the line, going down increasing speed start punching air in your bc to slow yourself down clearing ears adjusting
mask getting pushed off the wreck you can't see yet, check compass, crap, Im
not facing this way, yes you are you've been spun around somehow.
Not slack tide yet, current not bad, depth gauge says bottom coming soon vice like pressure on inflator button, as the hissing of the bc air tries to keep up with the speed of your descent, bottom blurr approaching, where's the wreck check compass, into horizontal to apply brakes, try to fin it's going to be a chore, decide to come in for a smooth landing, perfect, foot or two off bottom try and fin getting no where, pull along bottom can't judge viz becoming easier to fin is the tide dying down, hey I'm in the lee of the ship shadow appears, found it 15 foot viz want to find the bow and follow it up on my back can't do that I'll be blown off, find the bow and I'll see, keep going, I get there and it's slack
So there it is, five metres away and I'm half way between on my back and not, gliding up the sharp front bit of the bow, how lovely, bliss, then its inside how much ground can I cover do I want to cover, there's always next time, squeezing into every conceivable crevice and then it's outside to see if i can see a ship but all I can see is encrusted unnatural angles running off in all directions into oblivion
Then you feel it starting up again, slowly like a turbine, and you are hand over hand to try to find an up line because you don't know where it is because you didn't follow it down, and there they all are, most of your buddies, the most horizontal recreational divers youre ever likely to see, made me proud, as the turbine approaches full speed, with some using camera lanyards to hold them on, then hi ho its up we go, and the boats a buckin and the ladder tries to do a shintaro on your head and the fat guy with the purple face gets blown off the trail line and then someone falls off the ladder, and the hull tries to dent itself on my shoulder, then all is well.
So there we all are, with not too much blood with our wetsuits holding our tired battered bodies together as this is the second boat dive of the morning and it's
vroomvroomeeeeeeeeeeeeback to shore
And then to the pub to start practising