Thirty feet underwater, somewhere on the False Bay coast near Simon’s Town in the Western Cape, South Africa. I’m getting battered by a strong current, deep in a kelp forest. I squint upwards and spot a pair of flippers. Kicking… upwards. My friend Abie is in a pickle.
First of all, she’s vertical — not desirable in diving gear — and I can see now, she’s tangled.
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