Diving In

With a great splash the Blue woman entered into the sea.

Now, before we enter the underwater world with the Blue Woman, let us talk and discuss all diving and concomitant enthusiasms. For, as we all know well, there are many benefits and pitfalls associated with ‘diving in’.

Jumping in, diving in, going for it, the benefits are, beyond doubt, several. Be it the energy and momentum with which one might approach a problem or activity, or be it the very ascendancy of high energy itself, conquering all in its path and leaving all else in its wake. The sheer unexpected nature of facing a confrontation with this attitude can often prove decisive. Also, the strategy of ‘jumping in the deep end’ as a means of a quick ascent of the learning curve no doubt has many admirers.

On the other hand, there maybe sharks, real or proverbial with which one must then contend, having, as it were, leaped before looking. One might suggest that at least a cursory glance at the problem or in this case, sea, before diving in might prove wise.

I suppose that the idea is that if one were to actually see a shark, proverbial or otherwise, one might be overcome with fright and not jump in at all, which might prove disastrous in a rescue situation or any situation in which the hurdles seem insurmountable at that preliminary glance.

So, my conclusion, boring though it may seem, is to acquaint oneself, at least cursorily, with the problem ahead. But once decided, to go at it with full steam ahead and dive in.

So, back to the Blue Woman, who we left with her head and torso immersed, but her legs still visible above the waves, in a freeze frame. Splash, the action rolls and her legs disappear.

With wet all about, with waves was its character or type. Sinking fastly down into its silence beneath.

Beneath the loud sounds, the wind mixing the waters, the bright high birds with bird sounds, there presented a fine contrast showing how noisy it was above and, now how quiet it remained below as the Blue Woman sank, head first into the dim and darkening underwater world.

Being a crew of the fine Blue Ship, she was not troubled with the breathing as an enchantment had been laid to such an end.

Before the waters became full dark, the woman landed on the floor of the sea with seaweed around. Growing highly upwards, it moved gently and sometimes not gently as the sea was its mistress. Looking around, as she might, through the visor pulled full down, the Woman inside the armour saw no monsters to be seen. Then in the corner or side of her vision, a move of the seaweeds showed a fish which was going about its business unconcerned.

Now full to the helm with fighting spirit, the woman drew her sword and prepared to do battle with the lazy fish, all unconcerned to go where fishes go.

Stand and fight, bubbled the woman, with words unintelligible, come at me if you will and I will strike you down. More bubbles that had not one part of meaning came out. The fish continued its small path and then, as it came to look past her, it seemed to freeze. Aha she bubbled, now you are afeared of me.

But it was not of the Blue Woman that the small fish was afeared. Over her shoulder, coming out the weed beds, coming nigh, a huge ugly head, the size of a small ship with teeth all awry, was a monster to strike terror into the hearts of any sea going being, fish or fiend.