snorkeling - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The tourists were packed more tightly onto the boat than regulations allowed, but this way the owner undercut his competition and provided free food from the deli near the beach. Simon and Jade leant over the railings, his arm around her skinny waist and her gazing at the lazy ocean. They giggled, flirted and posed feeding one another with canapés for Facebook. Jade did her trademark duck-face with flicked hair and Simon did the "far away" gaze that drove all his fan girls wild. Then they geared up with snorkels and went for a cursory look around the reef. This little trip was great for their cover but it was also a chance for a reconnaissance trip - a chance to fine tune the locations to photograph. Jade had toyed with the idea of getting the shots today but decided that swimming in a grid pattern could draw unwanted scrutiny. This kind of deep cover was expensive in both monetary and personal costs, blow it and the entire operation was over.
Now that the daylight had gone the water lay black and ominous. Even the waves grew stronger, rocking the old tub with its peeling paint and semi-rotten boards. It was far cry from the tourist boat of the daytime with its glass looking platform and canapés on tap. Simon lowered himself into the tepid water while Jade balanced her semi automatic pistol on her left arm, her hair covered completely in black cloth. Without a splash her partner was gone, his headlight high-beam directed down into the shallow water over the reef. With flippers Simon was able to make good speed, and at only the touch of a button full colour photographs were uploaded to the server. It was there they would find clues, in the analysis back at home. Then they would return with scuba gear, just another honeymooning couple who can't resist expensive vacations.
The sea here was nothing like the murky green-blue waves of the English coast. The Mediterranean waters were so clear you could see to the sea bed below. You could actually see the star-fish, the crabs that scuttled and the shoals of fish that darted this way and that. Tamara put on her face mask and snorkel and kicked her flippered feet so that she swam parallel to the beach. It's a good job she had sun screened her back because she could stay like this for hours observing the sea life around her, breathing steadily through the plastic tube. She felt as if her mask was God's own television screen as she watched the nature around her.
I had often wondered what the point was of those snorkel tubes and masks in the pool back home. The same thing as goggles except you can't dive and you have a great big plastic thing in your mouth. I tried it once and ended up drinking as much chlorinated water as if I were drowning. But here over the reef the snorkel means I can drift lazily, watching the sea life below better than any high-tech plasma screen. Even the four dimensional theatre at science world can't compete with this. After a time I don't even notice the mouth-piece and with the sun on my back I could almost sleep right here in the briny waves. In not long I will have lost track of time and likely stay here until either my hunger rises or the sun sinks.