Fish_Whisperer
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It's unnerving to be left behind. It happened to me. I'm a new diver with less than 20 dives. I was in Cozumel on a drift dive and apparently, the DM had to take a crap, so he surfaced and the boat took him to land where he could drop a chalupa, and then came back and dropped him off with his original dive team. Being a n00b, I burned through my tank in about a half hour, so I was the first one to surface after doing a safety stop. I didn't have an assigned dive buddy, and I didn't want to ruin anyone else's dive just because I'm an air hog. When I surfaced, there was no boat and no other boats in sight. After a string of expletives, I fully inflated my BC, lay back in the water, and because I didn't have a whistle or a safety sausage, I held up my bright yellow octopus to (hopefully) avoid being run over. I bobbed around for about ten minutes and realized that the boat was gone. Looking beneath the surface, my dive team was gone, having been carried on by the current. I was drifting towards a buoy that I could have grabbed onto, and I was less than a mile from shore. If the current carried me further, I was going to end up at the docks where there were two cruise ships moored, so I wasn't too scared, but I was pretty pissed that I had to be contemplating these options, and I didn't know if I had done something wrong or if it was the boat captain's fault, if the boat was coming back, and if another boat would come along, and if another boat DID come along, whether or not it would run me over. I also didn't feel so great about splashing around on the surface, looking like an injured seal to Mister Shark.
Another boat came along and the pilot asked what boat I was diving with. I told him and he radioed, found out the situation, and then circled me in wide, slow circles until my boat arrived and picked me up.
I can laugh about it now, and most of my life, I've dealt with confronting, disciplining, and controlling my own fear, but it certainly was unexpected and initially, surfacing to find an empty sea and no boat caused me to have that funny dread-feeling in my azz. Not good.
Another boat came along and the pilot asked what boat I was diving with. I told him and he radioed, found out the situation, and then circled me in wide, slow circles until my boat arrived and picked me up.
I can laugh about it now, and most of my life, I've dealt with confronting, disciplining, and controlling my own fear, but it certainly was unexpected and initially, surfacing to find an empty sea and no boat caused me to have that funny dread-feeling in my azz. Not good.