The Story:

Emiliano, Nuno and I dived into the water. We could see quite a lot of fish every time we went down, but nothing very exceptional. Little by little I was getting further away from Emi and Nuno, until I was on my own. I prepare the descend, I relax and I start to go down. Visibility is rather scarse, slowly I arrive at the bottom which has a depth of about 20 metres and I make a stop.

In the distance I see a shadow and it is getting closer but it still maintains a certain distance from me. The air in my lungs is going out and the catch, which I haven't distinguished yet, seems to suspect something. Finally before going up I make some throaty noise to catch his attention and it seems to work, he is closer now and it is the moment. I trigger the gun and the stick hits the fish. Quickly I start to go up and the harpooned fish tries to hide in the crack of a rock. While going up I tense the thread of the reel trying to avoid the fish going between the rocks but I'm not able to and I reach the surface exhausted.