Time passed as it always does and I fell into my routine:
position my electromagnet, sprinkle iron filings, activate my
magnet, look for the cracks the filings become drawn to, report
to topside, and move on. This was my day for the next two and
a half hours until the monotony was broken by a message from
topside about a storm that was nearby and which would
require us to cease dive operations if it continued to head for
us. Thinking very little about the storm warning I went back
to work knowing the mad scramble that the deck would be,
riggers running to and fro securing all manner of equipment,
divers making sure our bottles of oxygen were properly capped
if not in use, putting up tarps for our hyperbaric chambers,
and everyone keeping their eyes open for loose tools and trip
hazards.
That was when my day changed in a terrifying way, I began
to ascend. This development was extremely disquieting as it
meant that something was wrong with my air hose that
suspended me above the depths. I began to panic and
immediately called out to topside asking what the fuck was
going on, all the while feeling the pressure in my head build.
Time slowed to a crawl all of a sudden and I had a surprising
feeling of calm as what I heard from topside hit home. I wasn’t