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And I realized I wasn’t nervous? Which is absurd. We were only in about 15 feet of water, though, and the moon was almost full, so we knelt in the sand and the whole world was the softest glowing blue. Even in the dark you could see streams of fish glinting past overhead.

And then! And then we started flapping our hands around and the water sparkled green!!! We spent five minutes kneeling there, flapping and giggling like little kids.

You do not have to twist my arm to hear more about my underwater adventures! I can’t believe I didn’t already mention about the wreck dive with the sharks, see, when they come close you’re supposed to maintain eye contact. And there were a bunch of juveniles there (all reef sharks), and the juveniles can be a little dumb, so they do in fact get really damn close.

I’m not sure how to describe making eye contact with a shark.

Their pupils are slit.

Your stomach does the swoopy rollercoaster thing and a little voice in your head is going holy shit.

I love the annoying fuckers but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel some kind of way about turning around and finding a six foot fish grinning in my face.

"You are my soulmate. We are forged together by battle and tears and love. Also my brother's coming along."

"Isn't it weird that your brother in law is always hanging around?"