The beat of far-off steel drums swirled in on the cooling sea breeze, and the sound of the waves lapping against the ship’s hull mingled with the mouth-watering smells that emanated from the ship’s galley. In briefing the guests on the sun deck, the Cayman Aggressor IV’s Captain made it quite clear that for the next week his very existence was dedicated to our having an experience we would not soon forget and that we were about to embark on a live-aboard odyssey that would include a golden fleece at every stop. In retrospect, it was a humble statement.
We were anchored at this site until after lunch, which allowed divers to explore at their own pace. Schools of barracuda waited to greet each buddy team and bright yellow Coneys and parrotfish, triggers and Nassau Groupers hung out like tour guides for tourists. It was a morning filled with underwater surprises, the sort of diving where you can encounter just about anything. The next day began with a visit to East End. There was no shortage of marine life. Fascinating swim-throughs started shallow and came out on the wall face at about 100 feet. As we exited one of the swim-throughs, we were greeted by a giant school of Horse-eye Jacks that circled just above our heads. Little Cayman’s Windsock Reef is a great place for underwater photography because there is such a diversity of marine life and the site is fairly shallow (about 45 feet). The extra light and longer bottom times allowed me to set up the shots as I imagined them in my mind’s eye. At Windsock, stingrays were everywhere, cruising like a squadron of Stealth Bombers awaiting orders for their next mission. As I was going back to the boat I noticed a shadow of movement sliding over a coral head. I quickly realized that it was a Spotted Eagle Ray swimming right in my direction. Almost as quickly, I realized I was out of film. There was only one thing to do—enjoy the moment. Between dives we off-gassed while paddling around on the Aggressor’s two kayaks, and we would warm our bodies like seals on the sun deck, which is complete with a bar, and my favorite feature, the hot tub. It offers an incredible vantage for watching sunsets.
We had spent the entire trip, so far, off Little Cayman, due to a pesky little cold front. Luckily, Captain Tom was able to apply his veteran knowledge of the area and keep us on the best dive sites despite the weather. On the sixth day, however, things settled down, and we headed to Cayman Brac. We made two morning dives on the 330-foot Russian Destroyer, now named the Capt. Keith Tibbetts, the Cayman Islands’ signature wreck. Open and safe for exploration, she harbors French Angelfish, Yellowtail Snappers and hoards of juvenile reef fish, and divers frequently find Spotted Eagle Rays in the sand flats around the wreck. Diving the Tibbetts was the perfect finish for our odyssey of diving. Walls, reefs and wrecks, after all, form the holy trinity of the diving experience. And all of it is easily available to live-aboard divers in the Cayman Islands. |
A Pirate's Holiday | Full-Blown Cayman Little Shop of Colors: Discovering St. Vincent and the Grenadines In the Shadow of the Pitons: Diving St. Lucia | Easing into Bonaire The Wild Side of Eden: Dominica | Getting There | Index |