A tiger shark

(Not taken by me. Check back in late January)

Mat's return to form has me thinking all things reefy.

Like on the night dive, when Woody and Tim went out to grab the Kiosk (boat) from the outer mooring, not 100% sober, and when they came back to grab the rest of the divers from the beach, they were nervously jabbering about something huge, fast, and black in the water. They thought: either a manta (good) or a tiger shark (bad).

Tigers had been spotted off the reef a couple of times that week, and we weren't far from the fish-guts-dumping/black-vee-feeding area.

We geared up and I was first in the black water. For a long time, no one else got in. I was the canary in the mine, so to speak, bobbing up and down in the torchlight like a sacrificial offering to Neptune, while all the natives looked on in guilty expectant wonder. (I'd already acted as an offering to Uranus earlier that night, so it had a familiar ring to it)

Now we get to a point in the story where it would be a much more interesting one if anything else actually happened. But it didn't. We were all fine, and had quite a pleasant dive. Sorry.

I'd like to see a tiger shark this year, though. Hopefully during the day, though, when they are sleepy, rather than during the night, when they are bitey.