The Abyss Regurgitated Me

← Back to Writing One of my own illustrations. A thin stream of bubbles escaped through the exhaust valve of my drysuit as I descended. I turned my wrist towards the beam of my light. 48 m. PO₂ stable at 1.2. 3 h 15 min left on the scrubber. Everything according to plan. My buddy was a few metres ahead of me. He turned, raised one hand and gave me the signal. All good. We stayed on the guideline.…