I dove into the chilly water and immediately felt the rush. I looked around waiting for another splash. Once I heard it, I turned around and swam towards the other body. It felt like I was in slow motion, gliding through the water. Once I reached my mom, we started our descent down to 50 feet. I got to the bottom of the oceans floor and dug my hand into the ground. There were shells everywhere on the bottom of the floor here, nothing surprising about these beautiful waters that surround the Bahamas. I swam to the choral and picked up a small piece, about the size of a golf ball. I grasped the choral in my hand and held onto it tight. I did not want to let go of that piece of choral even though there were thousands like it below me on the ocean
