The Further Adventures of Orson Orsen Chandler 1:17 (7 of 50)

Green Eyes spit in her mask and rubbed the glass, bit down on her snorkel and dropped over the side in about the time it took you to read this. The other passengers hit the water in rapid succession until I was alone with the crew. The small Mediterranean captain looked at me curiously, while a very tall man-child with a blond mop-top stared at a ball rolling back and forth at his feet. It was the third man, a black albino, who showed a particularly unwholesome interest in me. I donned my mask and hit the choppy green waves.