“And where are you ladies from?” A compact man in his mid-thirties plunked down next to us. “Alan Richardson.”
“Mahina,” I said. “So, you’re here to free dive?”
“Fourth time. I’ve already made it down to thirty feet, hoping to hit forty today with Ivan’s help. Been working on my statics, getting good. Seven minutes.”
Half of what he said I didn’t understand, but I’d gone much deeper than that.
“What’s a static?” Charlie asked.
“Newbies, huh? Time trials. Where you practice holding your breath in a pool or on a track.”
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