The eel was restless, and her skin was shining bright green. We were ecstatic with the photo shoot; the moray was wrapping around Cathy as she pulled ballyhoo from a plastic case.
Then, the eel missed and mistook Cathy's face for the ballyhoo. She grabbed tightly around her face; contorting her jaws, writhing and then rapidly rotating her face like a doll in rapid succession.
The first color to desaturate at depth is red, and so green blood was everywhere. Cathy screamed through her regulator. She lashed at the eel, struck at her gut.
I went for Eddie down on the deep end of the wreck and when we returned, Cathy was free, and we made our way topside.
On deck, we opened the antibiotics and Cathy stitched her face. In a few months, she was healed, they were diving seven days a week.
A few years later, the eel was speared by a fisherman.