Lets see...
- End of the final OW dive, instructor checks our SPGs and puts
me in charge of returning after 1000 psi. He _knows_ I have
decent air consumption. After 20 minutes I'm down 750 but my
buddy is down 1500 so we return. Upon surfacing, the instructor
is on a rock shouting "I've found them!". Everyone comes
running and we have no idea what's going on. Turns out a flash
lightning storm came over while we were under, we never knew
and my instructor thought he lost a couple students.
- Preparing to enter for my second dive of the day. Put my
mask on a waste high rock. Grab my rig and hoist it up on
the rock to help put it on. Get my fins on, get my gloves on.
Grab and don my mask. Start walking towards the entry
when I feel something hit my cheek. At this point I notice
that my mask is incredibly clean for a second dive. It's only
then that I realize what hit my cheek was a piece of the
little bit of glass left in my mask after placing my tank on it.
- And the all time worst. This was _not_ me. We're out for a
late night full moon dive. Not a cloud in the sky, not a ripple on
the water. The bioluminesence was the most incredible I'd
ever seen. I'm the first in the water, hanging out playing with
the underwater fireworks. Diver two enters. We wait for diver
3. I had forgotten to hook up LP inflator when helping with her
gear, and she fights with that. Eventually she overheats and
decides to abort [she had been on a crash diet and was only
to dive if she could remain relaxed].
Buddy and I decend, head over to the wreck. We're farting
around and I decide I want to go get my tickle stick to play
with the sleeping fish. We head back to the anchor line and
surface. I surface first and notice our support member is
frantically digging through the console storage areas. "What's
up?". "Where's the first aid kit?". "Uh... in there, why?". "She
cut her finger". "Is she ok?". (she says) "Yes". (he says) "No".
"Should we abort?" she: "No", He: "yes".
We get on board, bandage her up the best we can. "We should
head in" she: "No", the rest of us "Shut up!". We start heading
in. I'm on the bow with a flashlight watching for lobster bouys as
we're making 15 knots towards shore. She pipes up "I don't want
to be a *****, but can we hurry it". Ok... now I'm watching for
lobster bouys at 31 knots.
We get to the beach, unload her, they head off to the hospital.
We unload the boat, hook up to the mouring, and hang out for
them to return. 3 AM they return with her and her stitches.
What happened?
She was bored and decided to cut open her glowstick. She had
a blunt tip knife and tried to slice it open. Took her finger to the
bone.
Now that we're well after the fact, there is never a lack of jokes.
The downside is the knife I inherited quickly after the incident is
banned from the boat!
-Jeff