Not so much life flashing before your eyes, more like watching a washing machine on a slow cycle.
Death under the sea, must be really be unpleasent.
I'd wrestled for what seemed an eternity to break free from a ribbon current whose strength resembled accelerator waves used for training olympic swimmers, and now I was slamming against armament, 20 mm shells, that could go Kapow any moment. Of course bad luck comes in threes
My oxygen tank, the result of my hyperventilatiing, was now registering low. I needed to find a minimum 5 minutes for deco time before surfacing otherwise risked the bends. Not really ideal circumstances for laughter therapy. Probably no one elses for that matter.
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