They were still a few feet below me, but I had caught a glimpse of the coral, so I let myself be jettisoned to the surface once more. Proud of myself for spewing the water out of my breathing tube, I continued along the reef in the direction Jon had indicated Malia and Kyle were swimming. I couldn’t see them ahead, but I wasn’t ready to resurface yet. A mint green fish with a bulbous horn protruding above its eye flipped past me. I followed it and turned to see a long silver fish snaking its way along the top of the water. I sucked in a breath, startled at the proximity of the slender fish.
I lifted my head, and waited for the droplets of water to slide down my mask. There were several snorkelers out today and it took me a full minute before I identified what I thought was Malia’s dark po
