Have you ever wondered what it would be like to swim with the fish and explore the underwater jungle that covers two-thirds of the earth's surface? I have always been interested in water activities; swimming, diving and skiing, and I felt that scuba was for me. My first dive took place while on a family vacation. I came across a dive shop offering introductory dives, which immediately caught my interest. After much convincing (my parents), with my solemn assurance that I would be careful, I
life. During the Renaissance period, Europeans started to explore the world. At first the exploration was about conquering the new land and traveling to different lands, but over time the explorers became curious about the ocean and what was in it. Soon explorers began to take Naturalist on their explorations to make scientific discovers about the ocean and lands. By the mid eighteen hundreds explorations were being funded solemnly for scientific research. As an alternative to working on boats where
plunge. The underwater world takes on a new persona as its inhabitants are magnified through my goggles. Bubbles float up past my head as I slowly and deeply breathe through my regulator while keeping my body neutrally buoyant to prevent myself from touching the marine life below. My fins cut through the water as they attempt to propel me against the strong ocean current over large kelp forests. Fish of all shapes and sizes swim up to investigate who I am and what I am doing in their underwater world.
Jacques Cousteau was a man of all trades. He was a photographer, inventor of diving devices, undersea explorer, soldier, writer, oceanographer, and documentary host (“Jacques Cousteau biography,” n.d.). He developed the first ever trademarked SCUBA device titled the Aqua-Lung (“Invention; the Aqua lung,” n.d.). SCUBA is an acronym for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus. Cousteau made his grand entrance June 11, 1910, in Saint-André-de-Cubzac, France. Cousteau was a sickly child, who the
sank so quickly. His biggest obstacle: The Irish government, which has fought him for years over his plans to explore the wreck. It was a kiss Gregg Bemis will never forget. It happened in 2004. Bemis, 76 years old at the time, was wrapped in diving gear, floating at the bottom of the Irish Sea. He took out his mouthpiece, knelt carefully on a slab of encrusted steel, and planted a fervent if wet smooch on the hull of the Lusitania—the elegant passenger ship that was sunk by a German submarine