Ocean Descriptive Writing

For the first time, I struggled with my buoyancy; I don’t know how fast I sank, but it was more than one foot per second. The pressure was intense. I needed to equalize; I pushed the air connector on BC-jacket to get a shot from the tank to counteract my sinking, letting the air out slowly to descend at a proper rate. I moved one step up, two steps down until I touched the ocean floor. The echoed sound of my breathing jolted out of sync with my movements. A thermocline from above and below traveled through my wetsuit. The crackling sound of the air bubbles amplified. The cold water filled to my shoulders and knees. My heart thumped. A reddish glow appeared. To my chest and hips. The sound of crackling air bubbles drove me insane. Red is the
I felt calm, but in the quiet, the cumulus stretched and darkened into a vortex. A giant eye gleamed at me, it wanted to toy with me but changed its mind. I'm only a flash in its domain. I stared at the ever-darkening clouds. A force entered me. Double waves; one inside the other spinning in opposite directions tunneled through my cells and with it this time - the smell of death. It plowed into me like a copper truck dumping its load of rotten eggs, human waste, and rancid meat imploding my cells. My head jerked. I blew out blood, vomit, and an ooze into my regulator. The distinct smell of death turned to taste I couldn’t expel. An unholy metallic death under the gunmetal sky. The next double-waves came through me, shattering my core by its opposing
He looked around for anything to help me out of the water. I was six feet beneath him. I commanded myself into motion. For my feet to grow titanium roots into those damn rocks - new limbs if need be. A neon fury lit up in my brain and in one clean swoop of madness - I burst from the water. I pulled the back of his shirt and sent him sprawling into the ocean. Oh yes, if ever there was a real victory, it was in those bloodied hands. Mark was the one in the water, and I was the one on the rock. I was the survivor and not the victim. I didn’t have to be the fittest; only faster than the one next to me. He didn’t have good instincts, but I did. It’s evolution. Just like the advanced divers Mark, backward into the water, you