The sea is very blue. It makes me want to go there. Then Kathy appears and, not so much, now. It's still Day 23 and she stands in the boat alongside the driver and the dive instructor. Kathy tells us that the seas are "crazy" and "squirrelly," and that when you hit a big swell, "it just comes slamming down." She says that it was a lot of fun, but she doesn't sound like she thought it was fun, and admits to some apprehension. She puts on her wet suit and gets coached to relax, which just might be impossible, because Kathy, I imagine, can't relax on her Burlington, Vermont sofa, better yet on the game of Survivor. She is patiently taught the symbols for "okay" and "not good," then she adds a symbol of her own, which kind of looks like someone claiming, "It was that big," but instead is supposed to express that she's "really scared." She tells us that the crew had everything ready to go and was very informative so she felt confident. She says she told herself, "Just keep going, Kathy." I love it when people talk to themselves and feel the need to say their own name in the process. Actually, I don't quite love that, but I do find it amusing, though not in a good way. Kathy and the red-haired dive instructor clutch at each other while they back flip off the boat. Actually, just Kathy does the clutching, and to her credit the other woman does not start swatting and say, "Get your hands off of me!"