A true story.

Paul has a friend who is a diver. Like in scuba diving. He is called "Doug The Diver", and he goes out for guys who have lost things in the ocean, like traps that get cut away, etc., and he dives down to the bottom of the ocean and finds them and retrieves them. Sometimes he'll dive underneath the boat if a piece of rope is stuck in the propeller. Whatever the guys need, Doug will accommodate them. Paul has known Doug for ages.

Doug also dives for himself which was what he was doing the other day. This was the day of the little snowstorm (just a dusting really) last week. Doug likes to go diving for whelks sea urchins. These are whelks sea urchins.



Paul will catch these in his lobster traps from time to time and sell them to the dealers, but Doug goes down and gets them himself, also to sell.

So the other day, Doug went out to get some whelks urchins. He will take a hired-hand along with him, to stay up in the boat whilst he is down under the sea. This hired hand that he had the other day was questionable at best.

So down Doug went while boat-man stayed in the boat. It should be noted that they are not in close to the land while doing this, they are kind of way out there... farther out than Paul even goes lobstering...out deep. And on this particular day, Doug and boat-man were the only people around out there.

After he collected all the whelks urchins he wanted, Doug came back up to the surface and he was all alone!

Boat-man was nowhere to be seen in any direction. OMG! Poor Doug! There he is with his weight belt on and his tanks still on, just bobbing in the Atlantic ocean all alone. After a few minutes, or maybe even less, he had to drop the weight belt and air tank because they would have pulled him down. So they got dropped onto the bottom of the sea. There's Doug, still in his diving suit but boat-man, and Doug's boat, are gone.

Doug spent the next HOUR all alone there, way out to sea, going over his life, and possible death. He told Paul he was actually talking to his (deceased) father at one point. His Dad passed away a couple of years ago and they were very close. So if Doug was talking to him out there, he must really have been scared. No other boats in the area at all. After all, we were having a snowstorm!

So he floated there for an hour or more and then, finally, off in the distance came the boat. When it came up to Doug, the guy had all kinds of stories about why he wasn't there... engine trouble... etc... but in the end, Doug figures that he'd just fallen asleep in the boat and the boat had drifted for the full hour - out of sight.

Boy was Doug mad. Imagine what that hour must have been like for him? He honestly thought that was it for him.

Needless to say, boat-man is unemployed now. I can only imagine what Doug's new wife must have said when he told her about this story...she's expecting their child soon. Wow.

So that's the story of Doug The Diver, our friend. I sure hope he picks a new boat-man who is a little more reliable than this creature.

This is why I have given Paul my Jitterbug cellphone. He's out there today and probably not many others are out there. He's very careful though. He tells me he does not want to die with the fishes...

Cheers,

Bex

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