Mike Dixon

David slipped off his buoyancy vest.
„I just want to know who they are.‟
„I‟ve been trying to work that out.‟ Tim picked up Da-
vid‟s dive computer from the bottom of the boat. „The other
night I thought they were police. I‟ve seen that Baseball
Cap before. He was in my old place when I went to collect
the parcels.‟
David‟s head went into a spin.
„Christ! That‟s what I was worried about.‟ He tugged at
the zip of his wetsuit. „That‟s why I said we should play it
cool.‟
„Sorry, Dave. You were right. I shouldn‟t have dashed in
there.‟
David continued to struggle with the zip.
Tim watched his face redden and came to his aid.
„You‟re overheating, mate. You‟ve got hyperthermia. It‟s
that thick wetsuit of yours. It‟s not meant for the tropics.
It‟s alright when you‟re in the water but when you get out
it does something terrible to you.‟
He pulled the zip down and helped David strip off. He‟d
brought two Mexican hats with him and placed one on his
young friend‟s head. Then he threw water over him and
fanned him with a towel. David‟s temperature soon re-
turned to normal.
„It comes on real quick,‟ Tim warned. „It‟s not like hypo-
thermia when you lose heat in cold water. You can feel that
coming on and do something about it. The problem with
hyperthermia is you don‟t get the same warning. It hits
you and then it can be too late.‟
David couldn‟t agree more. One moment he was totally
fit, the next he was struggling like a baby. His mind cleared
and his fears flooded back. He swigged down a cool drink
then voiced his concerns.
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