Scuba Diver

Suffocatingly heavy water snugly fitted its way around the focused scuba diver as he followed the beam of his flashlight like a sailor set on the glow of his home town's lighthouse. His determination was strong, even outweighing his concern to hold fast to personal belongings, such as the wallet sporting his closely-shaven face over the name "Jonathan McWilson," which was now enjoying a vacation of solitude on an unfamiliar surface until otherwise claimed. A gleam of metal caught the underwater explorer's eye, and like a moth who almost knew better, he was drawn to this particular flame. His gloved hand stroked the slimy growth from the side of this unfamiliar structure, which was lodged into a garden of coral. The heavy base of the gleaming box was painted in a delicious deep red striped with vertical cream-colored stripes, perfectly alternating and drizzled with the markings of a short time spent in Poseidon's realm. As his light hit the ceiling of the object, the metal reflected down to cast an enchanting glow on some floating swollen particles, rendering them reminiscent of fireflies. One of many moments of awe stole a moment's breath from the masked pioneer, as he gazed upon this familiar sight in a foreign territory. Recalling no recent circus or fair, his frow burrowed, revealing his curiosity as to how a popcorn machine had made it to the bay.