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I could see the white of your body standing out against the dark water as you
approached. I didn't know quite how to act. Should I be cool? Should I pretend
not to notice? That's out! How could I not notice someone so lovely? No. I'll
just be normal. Normal? What's that?!
Now you stop. Six feet still separates us, but I can feel the temperature rise
around me. "I've never done this before, it feels great!" That was your
exclamation before you went under. It was the old game of shark & victim---with
a new twist added. To my great discomfort, the twist cast me, who was always the
ever-confident shark, as the hapless victim. A role I had not much experience
playing. And most assuredly not in these extenuating circumstances. Whereas up
to now, I had felt safe in your company, I was beginning to feel out of my
depth, as it were. When faced with such a dilemma, instinct takes over. A good
defense is always a good offense. With this thought in mind, I dove. Now, we all
know that salt stings the eyes. So I was blind, but you too were sight impaired.
We were equally in the dark, so to speak. I waited until I was sure you had
surfaced, then came up myself. I had a plan. You were twenty feet to my right
with your back to me. I splashed. You turned, grinned a wicked grin and dove
once more. Good, You played right into my hands and your intent was clear. I
knew now that the only way to combat your strategy was to embarrass you before
you could embarrass me.
To this end I struck out for shore. Climbing out of the water on my stomach, I
sprinted low to the first dune. Turning, I see you resurface. I flattened out on
the banked sand and put all my military training into practice. You search in
all directions and not seeing me, dive again. Safe, so far. I cover the distance
between dunes in a flash. The air is cold, so I have to work fast. Grabbing my
snorkel and mask, I'm off again to my covering mound. If only I can gain the
water before you catch on. Looking down, I catch the glare of reflective tape
from off my snorkel top. Shoot! Now what? It's a dead giveaway! Oh, well; can't
do anything, now. Just have to chance it. You come up again just as I begin to
go for the waves. Freeze! My mind screams; my body obeys. You are looking in to
shore, now. Peering hard, right at me. I've blown it; the jig is up. Or is it?
No, you turn away and swim along the beach away from me. Phew! Heart attack
city! I desperately search for a way to get back to the water before I'm really
caught. These thoughts race through my brain like the movements of a caged
animal. When what to my wandering eyes does appear? A large piece of driftwood,
and oh, so very near! Alright, so it wasn't Christmas, but that driftwood was
definitely a gift. My salvation in the form of diversion. It was ideally suited
to the purpose, also. Longish and heavy, if I could get this thing in the water,
I was home free. If I couldn't, I was a plucked gander, if you know what I mean.
It lay not four feet away, on the side of the dune farthest from you. I had to
act fast if I was to win this contest. With the silence of a hunting cat,
step-by-step, I crept closer. Two feet....one foot....nose to the wind....body
to the ground....eyes riveted on your now appearing form. So little cover. So
little time. So many risks; but it was now or never. I grabbed, heaved, and
ducked in an almost simultaneous instant. The moon was almost directly overhead
and to my advantage. The shadows being behind the dunes, I had cover still. My
delivering driftwood, or my impending excuse for huddling naked behind a sand
dune; hung in the air just above the wave tops turning over and over for what
was to me more than eternity itself. Now, I'm sure that the reader is saying to
themselves, "right." Certainly, they must be asking, "why in the world would it
take a stupid piece of driftwood more than eternity to fly the fifteen feet
between where he is to the water?" Well, my friend, I would like you to remember
that question. Next time you're crouched clothes-less behind a dune on a North
Carolina beach. Trying very hard not to be seen by a beautiful girl whom you
don't know very well, who is trying very hard to see your ridiculously
fishbelly-white body. Ask me that question again!
Splash!
Air rushed back into my lungs, startling me. I hadn't noticed that I wasn't
breathing. A flash of moonlight caught my eye. It was your arm glistening as it
broke water. You were moving toward the ripples you thought were me. Ha, ha! It
worked! As I leapt from my hiding place, I watched you submerge. I knew you were
on a course that to you must surely catch me unawares. But oh, no, Baby; you're
the one to be caught! With all the speed I can muster, I am once again in the
water. I don't bother to surface to clear my mask. The sound of breaking waves
covers the clearing of my snorkel. One deep breath and I disappear into the
murky depths....
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