"Magic!" Mark shouted as soon as I stepped in the saloon on the dive boat.
"Good morning," I replied. Mark always called me Magic.
I got this nickname a half years ago when I just started working on this dive boat. I was taking customers diving. It was their first-ever SCUBA diving experience and they were a little scared. They did not kick their fins at all, so I was dragging them to wherever I wanted.
I took the chance to visit all the areas that I had not visited before, then I started swimming back to the dive boat. I could not see the boat nor the big concrete block on the seabed that the boat was moored up with after swimming for a while.
"Am I lost?" I though, "I should've just stayed near the boat."
Finally I saw a big concrete block with a rope linked to a boat. What a relief. I had all the customers hand on the rope and pull themselves up to the surface.
"Am I so late?" I wondered because there were no other divers near the concrete block. Other divers were supposed to come back around the same time.
"SHIT!" I screamed in my head, "This is not our boat!" as I looked up to the surface. The rope was linked to the front of the boat, whereas our boat was linked in the back.
I checked my air gauge, but no enough air to keep searching for our boat underwater. No choice but had the customers back to the surface along the rope.
"Reef Magic?" I saw the name on the hulk of the boat when I got back to the surface. "How come I went so far?" I saw our boat was a few hundred meters away.
"Maybe not many people will know if we swim back to our boat on surface," I thought. I looked at the customers and realized they could not make it. They looked tired although they did not swim underwater. They definitely could not swim on the surface. I had to signal our boat to come to pick us up. Everyone would know that I got so lost.
"We can call you Magic," said my coworker when I got back to our dive boat.
Damn! I knew this name is going to stick with me for a long long time if not lifetime.
