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"Now," he said calmly, "go after it and put it on in the water. Clear your mask and snorkel, then come back to shore with full gear on and operating. No surfacing to take a breath. Use only the snorkel." Jan looked into the water thoughtfully. The moments ticked by. Finally Rick asked, "What is it?" The girl smiled. "I'm planning how I'll do it.
He slipped his mask into place, molded the soft rubber skirt of the mask to the contours of his face, inhaled through his nose to make sure the seal was airtight, then called, "Let's go!" He gripped the mouthpiece of his snorkel between his teeth, the rubber flange under his lips, and slid into the water. Rick was right behind him.
Scotty took his snorkel out of his mouth. "Better stay topside and watch. We don't want to start our vacation by getting run over." "Too true," Rick said. "Isn't this great? I've never seen so many kinds of small fish in one place in my life. Wait until we get out to the reefs where the big ones are." Scotty patted his spear gun. "I'll keep us supplied with fresh sea food.
Then, working smoothly but without waste of time, she slipped on the fins and flashed to the surface. The snorkel emerged and she blew it clear, then swam to the beach. "Perfect," Rick applauded. "You're a natural," Scotty added. Barby just beamed. Jan was obviously pleased at their praise, but she was a little shy, too, so she contented herself with smiling her thanks.
It was easy to agree on the type of face mask, snorkel, and fins. But everything bogged down when it came to color. Rick's own mask, snorkel, and fins were sea green. Scotty had a green mask, blue snorkel, and black fins. Barby had a white mask, red snorkel, and white fins. "Look," Rick said impatiently. "What earthly difference does it make? The principal thing is comfort.
The boys removed their snorkel mouthpieces and faced each other upright in the water, holding position with easy flipper movements. "Just pretend we're talking," Scotty said. "Don't look around. I'm trying to spot our friend over your shoulder." After a moment he shook his head. "No sign. Wonder if he ran for a bathing suit?" "Forget him. Let's swim. See any coral heads?"
Steve greeted them cordially. "What brings you two wanderers to these shores?" "We were about to ask the same of you," Rick returned. Steve grinned at the obvious curiosity in the boys' faces. "Nothing very exciting. I'm here on a little vacation. Swimming." "What kind of swimming?" Scotty wanted to know. "Oh, skin diving, mostly." "Gosh, that's wonderful!" Rick exclaimed. "Scuba or snorkel?"
Once the dive starts, the snorkel has no purpose, since its short length only allows it to project a few inches above the surface while a diver is floating face down. On the other hand, the Scuba Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus, like the boys' aqualungs, really does allow the diver to get down among the fish. "Thanks for the invitation," Steve said. He smiled.
It was hard to see, but Rick thought it had a golden glisten and that it was round, about the size of a basketball. The frogmen took it and went under. Zircon's big hand took Rick by the shoulder, then he turned and motioned to the others that they were going under. Rick shifted from snorkel to aqualung mouthpiece. He took the end of rope that Zircon held out and snapped it to his weight belt.
Don't push us too far. Stay in the water until we're ashore, and don't try to overtake us." "Better heed that advice," Rick warned. "Come on, Scotty. Let's go." He put his snorkel in place. Scotty moved to his side. "Welcome to the hospitable waters of St. Thomas," he said. "What say we look up some friendly sharks before we go ashore?" Visitors by Night
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