After snorkeling for about an hour, we noticed what looked suspiciously like our hotel room key about 15 feet down on the ocean floor. Huh? Much to Mike’s surprise, the key had slid out of his pocket. Having narrowly avoided disaster, he swam down, retrieved the key and safely tucked the room key AND the car key in a velcro pocket for safekeeping. Problem solved, right?

We continued to snorkel for another hour, came back to the beach and Mike announced that he had no car keys. Quite confident that leg pulling was afoot, I refused to believe his first earnest announcements. Eventually, he convinced me he’d actually lost the keys. In a national park in the Turks & Caicos at the bottom of the ocean.

It was 5:30pm and the car rental place was closing any minute. We ran up the beach and borrowed a cell phone from someone to call them for replacement keys. I then waited by the car for the new keys while Mike sheepishly offered to take one more snorkel to look for the keys. Against monumental odds, spiny lobsters and swirling currents, lo and behold he FOUND the keys. He practically walked on water from one end of the beach to the other, hooping and hollering, fins in one hand and keys in the other. Unbelievable!!

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