night cave dive

Jeremy Bronsfield, 21, was at this moment a hundred feet down and staring death in the face. He had been diving the Ashanti cave in Curacao. He was halfway through the dive when the tugging on his life line had alerted him to the danger. He came swimming towards the exit, slowly and carefully, keeping his nerve. If he panicked and tried to rush out he could get one of his lines snagged on a stalagmite. To keep his calm he took slow, deep breaths. When he reached the cave he looked out into the normally clear blue water. The night darkness had turned it into ink. He shone his flashlight around, to the ocean floor, the surface of the water, and finally to the hook of his lifeline. It was still mounted, but the line was frayed. He looked closer and saw that some large animal had sawed at it with its teeth. While he was looking at it, I felt the water shift around him as something large moved through it. He whipped around to see a huge nurse shark swimming so close he could have reached out and touched it. He took a deep sigh of relief- nurse sharks are harmless! he looked back at his line. The cutting of it still disturbed him. he checked his gauge. It read 500 psi- time to surface before he ran out of air. He angle up and started swimming, slow enough that he didn’t overtake his air bubbles. He was breathing out the whole way up. If he didn’t, then the air in his lungs would expand to the point of popping his lungs. He surfaced, and got dry.

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