Once again, her body was surrounded by the bitter chill of the ocean, a feeling she oddly fell in love with. The wreck was 45 meters below her, roughly 150 feet, so she knew it would take her around 45 seconds to delve down. This in mind, she commenced with a series of hard, elegant dolphin kicks, with her arms stretched ahead of her allowing her body to spear its way through the water. The salt water was a somewhat welcomed distraction for Alicia, giving her a slightly more painful alternative to focusing on holding her breath. She swiftly breezed past 10 meters, however by this point the water pleasure in her ears was beginning to mild discomfort for her. In her enthusiasm to dive down, she completely forgot about equalising herself to the water pressure sooner, causing the air in her ear to remain at a steady sea level pressure. Before the pain became even worse for her, she clamped her nose tightly with her left hand, following up with a delicate blow from her nose, causing the air in her ears to equalise with the water, she ensured that she did this every so often as she probed deeper into the water, ensuring she could at least explore in comfort.
25 meters, 25 seconds, she found herself passing the halfway point without a single strain, the view of the impending fishing boat was growing larger and larger through her sore, blurred eyes.
30..
35...
40...
At 40 meters, the boat was a literal stone's throw away from her, the exhilaration was beginning to come over her little by little while the distance between her hand and the dilapidated boat dropped meter by meter. In her head, she quietly began to count down the meters in her head, '5...4...3...2...1.'.
Her tender palm clasped the decaying deck banister as she floated softly touched down on the deck. Her bare feet finally came to a rest on the old, crumbling deck, with a gentle, yet excitable grin plastering her face. She momentarily looked up to the surface, the mid day sun twinkled tenderly onto the deck, soon eclipsed by the rubber dingy, aimlessly drifting around on the ocean. She broke her gaze to briefly check her stopwatch, it's time reading '00:53:23'. Her lungs still felt up to scratch for at least another two minutes, concluding she could remain underwater for at least another four minutes, five at a painful push. She turned at the hip, examining the vessel she had to herself for the next few minutes, pointing out the bridge tucked away to her right, a storage door in the centre of the boat, and what remained of the ship's bow 'standing' to her left. Figuring she could do all three, even on different dives, she chose to start with the bridge, but rather than swimming straight there, she instead 'walked' to the bridge along the deck, her hand gripping firmly to the now redundant barrier. The thought of walking along a sunken fishing boat's deck brought a smile to her face, her head trying to comprehend the redundancy and nonsense of the fun she was having.
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