The magic blue environment engulfs us. You can not talk, but there are many sounds, the hissing of the valves in your scuba unit, the air bubbles you’re exhaling fleeing to surface, the current and waves moving small particles in the reef, the sound made by colorful parrot fish when they eat hard corals. Over the drop off you glide to the bottomless void. You are descending deeper and deeper, watching your depth gauge and your buddy, equalizing the pressure in your ears.
At 25 m we start to slow down, at 30m we stop our descent. The underwater world is different now, there are not so many colors anymore, and it’s darker than when we are close to the surface. We drift slowly with the current. Sometimes we stop, looking in small caves for moray eels, big groupers, or if we have some luck, a sleeping White Tip shark.
Suddenly I hear a sound behind me, It’s my buddy banging his knife against his tank, a diver’s way to gain someones attention. I turn around to look at, he is right behind me, where he should be, eyes wide open, pointing out in the blue. I look where he is pointing and I see a school of big barracudas very close to us. Four, no five of them, each of them at least a meter big. They hang motionless in the current, holding their position without any visible effort. They seem to observe us with cold, merciless eyes, like if we would fit for a mid-morning snack. They stay with us for four or five minutes, keeping always the same distance to us.