Twenty minutes later we are on the boat, fully loaded with all the dive gear, as soon as we leave the mouth of the Fjord the bloody wind comes in. Glass like seas start to distort, the boat pitches and rolls, the spare tanks scream out as they rattle against each other and the wake of the boat starts to spray high and long. An extremely reluctant & frustrating yell of “Oh Fuck” enters my thoughts. I’m sure I heard a low distant rumbling cackle of laughter from the weather gods at my subdued excitement “We can’t go, it’s too dangerous” I announce to the understanding but obviously disappointed nods of the divers on board. Turning the boat around I cannot help the feeling of frustration & disappointment flood over me, but I have customers, time to turn on the happy face Matt it’s time for Plan B. … More Plan B – The Wind Screws The Dive Plan & That Hated “Oh F***” Voice Speaks Up