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      Does This Island Go To The Bottom?

      The Adventures of a SCUBA Instructor in the Caribbean

      Eric H. Pasley

      Copyright © 2012 Eric Pasley

      These are the opinions and actions of one scuba instructor and do not reflect the values and principles of the scuba agency under which I teach. Some of the underwater actions in this book can be down right dangerous and shouldn’t be practiced or attempted. Dive responsible and dive safe.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior consent of the publisher.

      The Publisher makes no representations or warranties with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents of this book and specifically disclaim any implied warranties of merchantability or fitness for a particular purpose. Neither the publisher nor author shall be liable for any loss of profit or any commercial damages.

      2013-01-14

      Dedication

      This book is for my beautiful family, Lori, Miraeya and Maddie Pasley. Without this journey I wouldn’t have you. And to all the Scuba Instructors working in every corner of the world.

      Acknowledgments

      Thanks to my beautiful wife Lori for believing in me and putting up with me as I wrote this book. Times have been rough and trying during the writing of this book and to have someone in your life who understands and respects your passion is a great gift.

       Thanks to all who have collaborated with me during this insane process: Pete Langivan, my fellow Puppy Diver, who I was constantly in contact with through the whole project and who helped keep me motivated. Norbert Araujo, my Venezuelan brother, for jarring my mind with all the stories from the past and who I learned a great deal from about teaching scuba and the underwater world. Stephanie Averill (Lutz) for her words of encouragement and who I learned a lot from as well. Rick Idema who is an awesome scuba instructor and good friend. I always looked forward to teaching with Rick. Mike and Mireya Thijsen who never fail to bring up that one wild day during Carnival on Aruba. Tommi Rose, an outstanding person and diver.

       Thanks also go out to Max Buerda and Ulrich Bertrand. It wouldn’t have been the same without them. To all the instructors I worked with in the US Virgin Islands who’s names I cannot remember except for Taz. The Liburdi brothers for introducing me to my first breaths underwater. Thanks to Lori Pasley for insight, editing and support. Maria Grujicic and Rosie Patterson for help with editing. Matt Oleary for taking my cover design and making a solid front and back book cover.

      Introduction

      This book is not necessarily about scuba diving. I didn’t go into great detail explaining dive gear or scuba instruction methods. It is about my adventures and experiences over seven years teaching scuba diving on the islands to which the mass majority of dive instructors can relate to. Every writer, whether they write fiction or nonfiction, opens up a glimpse of their own life, their soul. Within these pages I open up more than a glimpse.

      I refrain from lengthy descriptions of the islands and spending page after page describing local food and culture. You can find all that in countless travel books. Think of this book as a journal, a log book of wild experiences. The story is fast paced, stripped down like a Hell’s Angels Harley Davidson motorcycle. Lean and mean with no filler. To tell my story in any other way would be a fabrication. I tell the story with truth, honesty and brutality.

      A Silly Question

      “Does this island go all the way to the bottom?”

      What the hell did she just ask me? Did I hear this horrible cruise ship passenger right? You’ve got to be kidding me. I looked at the five other students in my beginners scuba class. It didn’t seem as though they thought the question was as completely ridiculous as I thought it was. In fact, they were eagerly awaiting my answer.

      “What?” I said. “What do you mean?”

      “Does this island go all the way to the bottom?” she asked me again with a funny look on her hillbilly sunburnt face.

      “What the hell are you talking about?” I finally asked. “That doesn’t even make sense.” A few of my other students let out a low chuckle.

      “Sure it does,” she said. “Let’s say I can hold my breath for as long as I wanted,” she paused and looked at me very sincerely. “How far down underwater would I have to go before I could swim underneath the island?”

       No flipping way. What the hell planet was this lady from?

      I thought for a brief moment and finally said, “Oh, I see what you’re saying. Well, I’m not sure how far you’d have to swim down to reach the bottom of the island. But what I do know, is that this island is drifting right now and in about six hours or so St. Thomas is going to crash right into Puerto Rico.”

      My voice became very serious as I confirmed the obvious. “So if I were you, I’d make sure to head right back to your cruise ship after your dive this afternoon.”

      Her hillbilly eyes got wide with fright. Confusion blanketed the rest of her tomato-red face. After a moment of silence I started to laugh. “Come on, what do you think we are on? An iceberg?” I said. Then everyone in the group started laughing, including the nut job who asked the silly question.

      The rest of the beginners scuba class went smoothly. All the students did fine in the pool session. My instructor instincts told me that my group would be fine during the open water dive. And I was right. They all did a good job even though they looked like the Key Stone Cops underwater; like a big moving ball of fins and hands flailing and moving in aimless fashion while a cloud of fine ocean sand trailed behind them. The students didn’t panic or get injured on me and that is a good thing.

      The group was so amazed and in awe of what lay beneath the waves; a magical and fascinating world of thrilling beauty. They all just kept up with how awesome of an experience the dive was; of how the thrill of just being able to breathe underwater alone was worth the money. They ranted and raved while I helped them out of their dive gear about how the sargeant majors and the parrot fish swarmed around them, the vibrant colors of the coral and the warmth of the Caribbean sea. They thanked me and praised me for what a great instructor I was.

      As my last resort course of the day waved goodbye and piled into the safari bus to take them back to their cruise ship, I thought to myself, “Those filthy bastards didn’t even give me a tip!” But still, I was living the dream as an American scuba instructor in the Caribbean.

      A scuba instructor is kind of like a musician or a ski instructor. Your students look up to you, put you on a pedestal and view you almost like a higher being. It’s an image of freedom, thrills, risk taking, authority and knowledge rolled into one. This image comes in extremely handy when you have a scuba class full of hot chicks in skimpy bikinis who are ready to do what they came to do on vacation; party, get their groove on and find an island boy to shack up with, no strings attached. However, there are a few instructors and divemasters out there that think their shit don’t stink, a type of God complex. If you ever find yourself in the midst

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