The old fishing boat must have been 45 meters below the surface of the chilling seas, but that didn't cause Alicia to hesitate in exploring this new wreck for herself. Shortly after the authorities had concluded their investigation, a sneaky, 16 year old Alicia rowed a small, rented boat out to sea, driven by her urge for adventure.
She had always been an adventurous soul, exploring caves, and climbing rocky hills as her dear mother told her to 'Be careful', and from scuffed knees, to bruises, it weren't enough to stop her. When she was 12, she discovered the art of free diving, immediately becoming infatuated as she watched the countless videos online of people performing this amazing, yet dangerous art. Within days, she was holding her breath in the bath, but never scratching the one minute mark. As the years passed, she honed her skills to a razor's edge , swimming every weekday, holding her breath every day, until finally joining a free diving club to at last learn the ropes of free diving. It wasn't long after she finished the club's training that she began exploring the depths for herself, frequently exploring the small known wrecks in her little seaside town, but had fantasized of one day exploring something special, something different and unique...maybe even an undiscovered pirate ship.
She lobbed the cumbersome anchor overboard, the rope grinded along the wooden hull until it crashed to a halt moments later. She grasped the end of the anchor's rope, firmly knotting it around a steel hook on the bow of the rotting boat. Reassured that the boat, nor the anchor would be going anywhere without her, she slipped her way back to the stern of the boat, where she began to undress before her dive. Beneath her off white sports shirt and tattered blue jean shorts, it was revealed she was already wearing a tight, light blue, sport swimsuit, seemingly brand new. She took a small satchel from her right, removing a heavy duty digital wristwatch, along with a palm sized torch, however it was at this moment she realised she had completely forgotten to pack her diving goggles, recalling that she had indeed left them at home to dry out from a previous adventure. However rather than turning back and potentially ruining an otherwise gorgeous and perfect day for diving, she decided to just going for it. She had come all this way out already, there was no point in turning back now, so she stuffed her clothes into the satchel and looked over the edge of the boat. She could see the vivid outline of the sunken fishing boat below in the depths, where it was seemingly lodged against a large gathering of rocks. It was nearing half past three in the afternoon, while still relatively early it would soon begin to dim into darkness as the longer nights began to roll in for the Winter. Delicately, she placed her right hand into the bitter brine, her reflexes almost twitching her hand from the water, but she stayed put. After a few moments, she released her hand from the sea, hastily splashing her face to ease the inevitable plunge, a few sharp breaths filled her lungs with every spray, but soon, she felt she was ready. She first slipped her small, slender feet into the deep, a chill sparked its way through her body as she steadily settled herself into the water. Her left hand was plastered to the side of the boat, at least until she was confident she wouldn't begin to cramp, a potential death sentence when free diving. In her training, she learnt of the dangers attached to the activity, practical horror stories of poor souls who have lost their lives doing something they loved, everything from injuries, to avoidable drowning. These dangers were hammered into her brain since the start, where she had seen many come and go after learning of the trouble that can happen when a fun dive turns into a dive from hell. These thoughts branded in her mind, she climbed back into the boat, having adapted to the new yet familiar surroundings. She stood facing the direction of the sunken vessel, placing her hands in front of her waist, with her right hand wrapped around the wrist of the left, her right thumb placed on the stopwatch's timer button, the index and middle finger on her wrist, monitoring her pulse. This was a technique that was seemingly unique to her way of diving, and as she began to deprive her lungs of stale oxygen, inhaling momentarily afterwards, her pulse slowly dropped lower and lower, all the while avoiding a dangerously low heart beat. After 5 minutes of breathing her lungs clean, she was ready for the dive. Her body was ready, her mind was ready, and with the concern over diving without goggles slowly drifting away, she drew one last deep, long breath, forcing her chest to heave outwards and pulling her abdomen further into her body, highlighting her lower ribs and kindly toned stomach muscles. As she felt her lungs reach capacity, she sealed her lips together, forced her thumb into the stopwatch's button, before plunging head first into the abyss, where adventures awaited her.294Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPFMBHjj664
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