Manta Rays

The crystal-clear turquoise water had a mesmerizing attraction, as I sat on the sand contemplating my life so far if I were one for focusing on misery and despair I could have walked into the water and floated away. Instead, I picked up my Hawaiian spear and headed into the water, was I going to spear fish? Not on your nelly the spear was an accessory just in case, of what you ask well sharks and bloody big sea creatures. My first shivering footsteps were soon washed away as I snorkeled deeper into Five Fingers Bay, so called for the Five Fingers of parallel reef below the surface. As I became used to the cold water and glare from the sun I snorkeled around fascinated by the reefs and the intricacies of the coral only broken by the vibrant colors. Not really paying attention to my surroundings, I snorkeled on carrying my trusty spear, though honestly, if something with big teeth approached, I would have dropped it and swam for my life. Fascinated by textures and color I dove deeper to the extent of my lung capacity, thinking I had better surface the water above me became black, no light at all like being in a cave. I strained my eyes and my lungs as I searched above me for the cause. It suddenly became apparent as a squadron of giant manta rays had taken over the water above, I moved slowly away to where I could surface, then hell for leather bolted for the beach, almost walking on water. As I hit the beach, I fell in a terrified heap still attached to the rubber on my spear. Though I knew the rays would not hurt me, I never again ventured into the water at Five Fingers, the next time I saw rays it was from the safety of a boat.