Scuba Certification: Part 2

So we have our certificate that allows us to scuba dive in the ocean. It even has our picture on it. Next step, get there. And we did. We flew 12 hours to Australia. More specifically Cairns. Great place, check out the Woolshed if you ever go. Anyways, we needed to find a scuba trip to take. We had been planning on a day trip, something that included about 3 dives and then back to shore that night to "hang out." We went to the adventure tours area of our hostel to sign up, and for only 100 dollars more we can get 11 dives and spend two nights on a boat. We are on that like white girls on black athletes. The only slight inconvenience was it left at 7:00 am the next morning and we had already made plans to stay up real late and get, acquainted with the city. Needless to say, the next morning came quite quick, and was a bit hurried, but we boarded the 20 man boat on time. It was an interesting boat, like a two story very miniature house, with bathrooms so small you could pop a squat, brush your teeth and shower all at the same time. I'm sorry if that is not a pleasant image, but add a violent rocking and sea sickness to it and you have a more realistic description. Anyways, we all gathered in the dining/living/kitchen/office while the boat started on its 3 hour journey away from the safe shore. The captain gave a speech about what to do in case of an explosion, how not to vomit off the boat, and then made us sign a sheet that stated, that if we die while on board he can feed us to the sharks for a photo op. It was during this speech by the captain and a few others, we were offered the opportunity, for only 100 dollars more, to become Professional Divers. This peaked our interest because, besides me being a professional mail guy and movie watcher, and Jay being a professional student and cell phone operator, we had no other Professional titles. So we signed up. This took a good deal more of paper work, the kind that require reading. This is not a good when mixed with a boat that is moving up and down, the exact opposite way that your stomach and breakfast wants to move. We did not read the whole thing, we promptly signed it, missing that part that we were going to be required to take tests, and ran to join about five others leaning over the rail, and tried to talk our last nights liquid diet and this mornings bagel to stay down. One poor lady never recovered and stayed in her cabin, moaning in bed the entire three days, only getting in the water once, to clean off. I am proud to say that Jay and I both managed to keep everything inside, even though it was a harrowing experience. The boat finally came to a stop and we were at our first dive spot. Well, we could not be more excited, were finally going to do it. We are going to dive down in the ocean and spear helpless endangered fish and cook them for dinner. I'm kidding of course, but a good poke won't hurt anything. The tanks are full, the masks are on, the fins are cumbersome, the wet suite is tight, the buddy check is complete, the water looks inviting, and darn it.... I've got to go to pee. To be continued...