It had been a pleasure-full day on the water, three hours or more swimming and meandering among batfish, a couple rays, a green sea turtle, schools of small fry, several puffer fish.  A time of solitude and little sound, only the harshness of breath through snorkel.  The Gulf was warm, benign, amniotic, nothing to fear.  We had dawdled over lunch, even agreed to slide back into the water and make another pass for scallops.  The air had been so still … Continue