Approaching the bubbles you smell a weird ammonia scent, like cleaning fluid. Steeling yourself to the stench you approach the water and try to peer into the depths, unsuccessfully. Residing yourself to this path you slowly advance into the fluids first knee high, then up to your hip, a fast current almost throws you off your feet and your too late to realize that your shirt has been dragged away out into the deeper water. Grumbling to yourself that next time you’ll tie a double knot you lean into the water and start a steady freestyle stroke towards your known drifting top. The top passes by the bubble by only about three metres and you think to yourself if you should stop and examine this while you have the chance or continue on to your top. As you are struggling with yourself over whether or not you should stop you realize that the smell is strongest here and therefore must be emanating from the bubbles themselves. Suddenly before you can move something bursts forth from the bubbles. |