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reconnaissance. When the time came, we all got in our Zodiacs and
headed back out to meet the sub and go home.
Unfortunately, my officer had given the submarine the wrong grid
coordinates for the rendezvous. In fact, they were so far off that there
was an island between us and the sub.
Of course, we didn’t know that at the time. We just circled around,
trying to make radio coms with a vessel that was too far away to hear
us. At some point, either our radio got wet or the battery drained, and
all hope of connection was lost.
We spent just about the entire night out on the water in the Zodiacs.
Finally, as dawn approached, our fuel was nearly gone. My raft
was starting to go flat. We all decided we’d just go back ashore and
wait. At least we would get some sleep.
As we were coming in, a sea lion swam up, all friendly-like. Being
from Texas, I had never really had much of a chance to look at sea
lions, so naturally I was curious and started watching this one. He was
a pretty interesting, if ugly, critter.
All of a sudden—splop—he disappeared below the surface.
The next thing I knew, he—and we—were surrounded by large,
pointy fins. Apparently, a number of sharks had decided to make
breakfast of him.
Sea lions are big, but there were way too many sharks to be satisfied
with just him. They started circling closer and closer to the sides
of my raft, which looked increasingly thin and perilously close to the
water.
I glanced toward shore. It was very far off.
Holy shit, I thought. I’m going to get eaten.