Dive Stories

That Sunday the water off Sharp Island was a jade green, hazy, visibility maybe four meters. I sank slowly past granite boulders and soft coral until I saw it, a modest anemone, waving orange tentacles, with one clownfish tucked inside. Little. How cute. I fanned in close for a picture. That was my first mistake. The clownfish came out like it was shot out of a gun, not retreating, but shooting straight for my mask and then swerving to headbutt my regulator hose. I pulled bac