I was reading a rather dramatic story in our local newspaper last Thursday. It gave me the creeps, what with my fear of being in deep water and getting slowly eaten by sharks.
A crew of local fishermen were out in one of those small fishing boats, about 21 miles off the shore of Isla Blanca, last Wednesday. (the shoreline you see across the bay from North Beach) They were diving for lobsters. (the paper said fish, but I know they were diving illegally for lobster) Somehow, a 27 year old became lost or separated from the group. This was about 2 PM. The crew circled around for a while, looking for bubble trails from his tank. After an hour of this, they decided they better call for help. Five fishermen boats arrived in the area to join in the search for him. Finally, a Navy Helicopter was dispatched, at the urging of our new Mayor.
The search expanded ever further away from the point where he was last known to be. Finally, about 8:40 PM, and just as they were going to give up for the night because of diminishing light, his inflatable flag was spotted on the horizon. He was rescued 6.5 hours after going missing and 17 miles from where last seen.
The diver reported that after about two hours of just floating, he made his piece with God and just let the current take him where it may. He had given up hope of being found. Gives me the creeps just to think about it.
Thankfully this story had a happy ending, especially since the diver is the eldest son of O, the woman who cleans our house!