Ok since we're turning this into an experiement in creative writing let's take it up a level.
Here's the exercise. I will write a few paragraphs of the tail of Bob and Karen and someone comes along and picks up where I left off and adds a few paragraphs.
Parameters:
- Anything goes as long as the story line can be followed.
- No aliens, UFO's or mythical creatures (you always need to say that)
- In the end Bob dies and the story ends.
Here we go:
==== the story of Bob and Karen (part 2) ====
After their near miss earlier in the day, Karen decided to sit out the second dive. She was sitting alone on the foredeck and chastising herself. "You're such a weenie," she said to herself acerbicly, "Bob is never going to want to go diving with you again.... or anything else for that matter." Her emotions were in full control and she knew that it was going to take time to regain her composure. Bob tried to comfort her but to add insult to injury she snapped at him, "go away. You're the last person I need around me right now." It wasn't what she meant. She was embarassed and and afraid of looking weak in the Bob's eyes. She was sure he was "mr. right" and sure that he didn't think that about her. "Who wants a girlfriend with panic attacks," she thought to herself, "it's like a car that backfires." Karen sighed deeply and sunk further into her frustration. She laid back and stared blankly into the blue sky.
Rick, a mutual friend who Karen and Bob had met when they were taking their open water course, was also onboard. He was nearly always the first one in the water. Rick said it was because he liked to be ahead of the group so nobody had a chance to ruin the visibility before he got there, but in reality it was because he hated diving with a guide. Guides were nosy and pushy. "Don't go too deep", "don't go too fast", "don't get fall behind", "don't get too far from your buddy", "how much air do you have"..."blah blah blah". Rick hated it. He dove to get away from being told what to do and that meant diving alone whenever he could get away with it. Rick was an electrician for a power company and an ex-soldier, which was the root of his dislike for taking orders. He liked to travel "off the beaten track" purely for the adventure. That was why he started diving and he soon found out that diving was the ultimate adventure sport. Karen called his diving style reckless. Bob was intrigued and secretly a little envious of the things Rick dared to do and he looked up to Rick like a boy looks up to a mysterious uncle.
Rick had seen Karen and Bob having trouble on the surface at the end of the last dive and he knew what needed to be done. They both needed to get back in the water immediately. In fact, he was on his way to get them when he encountered Bob coming back from the foredeck. "Come on," said Rick, "get your stuff on, you're going diving. Where's Karen"?
"She's not coming," said Bob.
Rick heard it but didn't say anything and tried to push past Bob. Karen was coming! Bob grabbed him by the arm and held him back until they made eye contact.
"She's really not coming, Rick," he said.
Rick frowned. This wasn't the right thing to do after something like that. "Ok," he said, "have it your way, but you are coming with me."
Bob agreed. In fact, he was glad to be going diving. Karen's reaction made him think she was mad at him for what had happened. She obviously thought it was his fault for kicking the camera and causing her mask to flood. He should have been more careful. He knew Karen had a weak spot and running it through in his mind again, he clenched his teeth, "dumb a$$," he thought, "you blew your chance with her."
The next dive was a wreck called the Cape Breton. She was a large ship, purpose sunk for divers, which meant easy penetration, and stood upright on her keel in 42 metres of water. Both Bob and Rick had been diving on the Cape Breton before. On the previous dive, Bob was diving with Karen and they spent most of the dive exploring around the wheelhouse, swimming over the huge oranage and white blankets of anenomies hanging from the railings and watching a big ling-cod swim back and forth agitated and flaring at passing divers. Rick had set off on his own and told Bob after the dive that he was in the engine room at 42 metres under the "sky lights". According to Rick, the elevator shaft under the skylights was big enough to drive a truck through and it was impossible to get lost. Bob had never penetrated a wreck before but this was a good way to start. Rick knew the way and if he was right about the elevator shaft then it would be safe.
Rick wasn't fond of briefings. They took too long and just listening to the self satisfied droning of the divemaster made him impatient. He said to Bob, "Let's get our gear on. As soon as this guy is finished listening to himself talk we're jumping."
Bob complied and helped Rick lift the heavy scuba gear onto his back. "Do you want me to check you?" he said.
"No, if the tank is on that's all I need."
"Are you sure, sometimes..."
"Bob, I'm not Karen. I know how to dive."
"That's not fair!", said Bob crossly and a little too loudly, and the Divemaster paused.
"Is everything ok?" he said.
"Yeah, sorry," said Bob and he turned and shot another sharp glance at Rick and said "Karen had a problem, that's all."
"I know," said Rick, resigning himself to the realization that Bob was infatuated with her and he would defend her regardless of the truth.
The divemaster was wrapping up his briefing and said with a big painted-on smile, "OK, let's go diving!"
"That's our cue," said Rick and seconds later they were overboard and swimming to the down line.