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 Published in Submerge Magazine Nov/Dec, 2014
 “I never skip dives anymore because every time I do, I miss out.” Zoe was right. Her logbook was a pitiful excuse for a diver with so many dives under her weight-belt. There were no records of sharks, mantas, dolphins or even turtles because with a regularity bordering on the super-natural such sightings would only occur when Zoe was not with us.

This time, however, during a three-week diving expedition, Zoe was determined to change the hoodoo and presented herself with increasing lassitude on every dive. At first she ignored my entreaties to take a break. I had taken every third day off without missing out, mainly because we had yet to see anything spectacular, nor were we likely to. It was the wrong time of year for mantas or whale sharks and we had contented ourselves viewing the stock-standard reef dwellers. Eventually, after 10 consecutive days of building up bubbles Zoe reluctantly announced she would have to take the day off.

“Anything to report?” she tentatively enquired at the beach-bar that night. “Nothing”, I replied staring hard into my Mojito. How could I tell her that the morning’s dive was dominated by the close and curious attention of a humpback whale?