Ok, how about this.
I was a newly minted diver, still had sales tags on my booties, when this happened many years ago.
I was due to do my first deep dive this weekend. My instructor, lets call him Mary, had briefed me on the dive the night before and we were all set. We were in the pub and Mary was having a great time and a really good feed of Guinness (translation, Mary was smashed out of his head).
The next morning Mary was looking the worst for wear but insisted we were OK to dive. He being an instructor of the old school, and me being a fresh young recruit, I said YES SIR and geared up.
We boarded the small inflatable dive boat and then we were off to the chosen dive site which was a 20 minute fast boat trip away.
Mary was not looking too good during the trip but insisted all was OK. So we arrived at the dive site and prepared to roll into the water for the start of the dive. We entered, signaled OK to the boat and proceeded with our dive as the rest of the buddy pairs rolled in after us.
Mary was not moving very well to start with, but as the dive progressed he moved slower and slower, until eventually he stopped and gave me a halt signal. As an eager new diver I crowded forward to see what piece of wisdom my estemed instructor would impart to me.
At this point Mary removed his regulator, looked me square in the eye, and reproduced the previous nights main attraction. In full!
The result was a 2 to 3 foot long 8 inch wide cocoon that undulated in the water between us.
At this point Mary put his reg back in his mouth and signed that we should continue our dive. Mary was now in fine form and pointed out many sites to me that I would have missed.
The rest of the dive is a blurr to be honest. But one item stands out. At the end of the dive when everyone was back in the boat and were trading stories of what was seen, one buddy pair declared they must have seen a rare sea cuecumber or perhaps some whale eggs. The object was a mottled black/green/gray about 2 feet long and was spotted moving snake like accross the seabed at about 100 feet.
It was at this point I looked at Mary, and Mary looked at me, and we kept our mouths firmly shut.
This is still one of my best stories. I hope you like it too.
Regards,
Paul.