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Through the Tunnel
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He put on his goggles, fitted them tight, tested the vacuum. His hands were shaking. Then he chose the biggest stone he could carry and slipped over the edge of the rock until half of him was in the cool, enclosing water and half in the hot sun. He looked up once at the empty sky, filled his lungs once, twice, and then sank fast to the bottom with the stone. He let it go and began to count. He took the edges of the hole in his hands and drew himself into it, wriggling his shoulders in sideways as he remembered he must, kicking himself along with his feet.
Soon he was clear inside. He was in a small rock-bound hole filled with yellowish-gray water. The water was pushing him up against the roof. The roof was sharp and pained his back. He pulled himself along with his hands —fast, fast— and used his legs as levers. His head knocked against something; a sharp pain dizzied him. Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two… He was without light, and the water seemed to press upon him with the weight of rock. Seventy-one, seventy-two… There was no strain on his lungs. He felt like an inflated balloon, his lungs were so light and easy, but his head was pulsing.
He was being continually pressed against the sharp roof, which felt slimy as well as sharp. Again he thought of octopuses, and wondered if the tunnel might be filled with weed that could tangle him. He gave himself a panicky, convulsive kick forward, ducked his head, and swam. His feet and hands moved freely, as if in open water. The hole must have widened out. He thought he must be swimming fast, and he was frightened of banging his head if the tunnel narrowed.
A hundred, a hundred and one… The water paled. Victory filled him. His lungs were beginning to hurt. A few more strokes and he would be out. He was counting wildly; he said a hundred and fifteen and then, a long time later, a hundred and fifteen again. The water was a clear jewel-green all around him. Then he saw, above his head, a crack running up through the rock. Sunlight was falling through it, showing the clean dark rock of the tunnel, a single mussel shell, and darkness ahead.
He was at the end of what he could do. He looked up at the crack as if it were filled with air and not water, as if he could put his mouth to it to draw in air. A hundred and fifteen, he heard himself say inside his head — but he had said that long ago. He must go on into the blackness ahead, or he would drown. His head was swelling, his lungs cracking. A hundred and fifteen, a hundred and fifteen pounded through his head, and he feebly clutched at rocks in the dark, pulling himself forward, leaving the brief space of sunlit water behind. He felt he was dying. He was no longer quite conscious. He struggled on in the darkness between lapses into unconsciousness. An immense, swelling pain filled his head, and then the darkness cracked with an explosion of green light. His hands, groping forward, met nothing; and his feet, kicking back, propelled him out into the open sea.
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He put on his goggles, fitted them tight, tested the vacuum. His hands were shaking. Then he chose the biggest stone he could carry and slipped over the edge of the rock until half of him was in the cool, enclosing water and half in the hot sun. He looked up once at the empty sky, filled his lungs once, twice, and then sank fast to the bottom with the stone. He let it go and began to count. He took the edges of the hole in his hands and drew himself into it, wriggling his shoulders in sideways as he remembered he must, kicking himself along with his feet.
Soon he was clear inside. He was in a small rock-bound hole filled with yellowish-gray water. The water was pushing him up against the roof. The roof was sharp and pained his back. He pulled himself along with his hands —fast, fast— and used his legs as levers. His head knocked against something; a sharp pain dizzied him. Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two… He was without light, and the water seemed to press upon him with the weight of rock. Seventy-one, seventy-two… There was no strain on his lungs. He felt like an inflated balloon, his lungs were so light and easy, but his head was pulsing.
He was being continually pressed against the sharp roof, which felt slimy as well as sharp. Again he thought of octopuses, and wondered if the tunnel might be filled with weed that could tangle him. He gave himself a panicky, convulsive kick forward, ducked his head, and swam. His feet and hands moved freely, as if in open water. The hole must have widened out. He thought he must be swimming fast, and he was frightened of banging his head if the tunnel narrowed.
A hundred, a hundred and one… The water paled. Victory filled him. His lungs were beginning to hurt. A few more strokes and he would be out. He was counting wildly; he said a hundred and fifteen and then, a long time later, a hundred and fifteen again. The water was a clear jewel-green all around him. Then he saw, above his head, a crack running up through the rock. Sunlight was falling through it, showing the clean dark rock of the tunnel, a single mussel shell, and darkness ahead.
He was at the end of what he could do. He looked up at the crack as if it were filled with air and not water, as if he could put his mouth to it to draw in air. A hundred and fifteen, he heard himself say inside his head — but he had said that long ago. He must go on into the blackness ahead, or he would drown. His head was swelling, his lungs cracking. A hundred and fifteen, a hundred and fifteen pounded through his head, and he feebly clutched at rocks in the dark, pulling himself forward, leaving the brief space of sunlit water behind. He felt he was dying. He was no longer quite conscious. He struggled on in the darkness between lapses into unconsciousness. An immense, swelling pain filled his head, and then the darkness cracked with an explosion of green light. His hands, groping forward, met nothing; and his feet, kicking back, propelled him out into the open sea.
他戴上泳镜，扣紧，试了试是否吸牢。双手在发抖。他挑了一块自己搬得动的最大石头，沿着礁石边缘滑下去，直到半个身子浸在清凉、包裹着他的水中，另一半还晒着炽热的太阳。他抬头望了一眼空荡荡的天空，深吸一口气，又吸了一口，便抱着石头迅速沉到水底。他松开石头，开始数数。双手抓住洞口边缘，把身子拉进去；他记得必须侧着肩膀钻，于是一边扭动肩膀，一边用脚蹬着向前。
很快，他整个人都进去了。这是一个四面围着岩石、灌满黄灰色海水的狭小洞穴。水把他向上推，抵住洞顶，锋利的石头硌得他背疼。他用双手拉着身体向前——快，快——又用双腿撑着使劲。头碰上了什么，一阵剧痛让他发晕。五十，五十一，五十二……四周没有一丝光，海水仿佛像岩石一样沉重，压在他身上。七十一，七十二……肺部倒还不吃力。他觉得自己像一个充了气的气球，肺里又轻又松，可头却一阵阵地跳痛。
他不断被水推向尖锐的洞顶，那里摸起来又滑又利。他又想起了章鱼，担心通道里会不会长满海草，把自己缠住。他惊慌地猛蹬一下，低下头向前游。手脚活动自如，像是在开阔水域里一样。洞穴一定变宽了。他觉得自己游得肯定很快，又害怕通道一旦变窄，头就会撞上去。
一百，一百零一……水色变浅了，他满心以为胜利在望。肺部开始疼痛。再划几下就能出去了。他慌乱地数着，数到一百一十五，隔了很久，又数了一次一百一十五。周围的海水清澈碧绿，像宝石一样。接着，他看见头顶岩石上有一道向上延伸的裂缝。阳光从缝隙里洒下来，照出通道中干净的深色岩石、一只孤零零的贻贝壳，以及前方的黑暗。
他已到了极限。他仰望那道裂缝，仿佛里面盛着的不是水，而是空气，仿佛只要把嘴凑过去，就能吸到气。一百一十五，他听见自己在脑中数着——可他很久以前就已经数到这里了。他必须继续钻进前方的黑暗，否则就会淹死。他头胀欲裂，肺也像要裂开。“一百一十五，一百一十五”在脑中反复敲响。他虚弱地摸索着抓住黑暗中的岩石，把自己往前拉，将那一小片有阳光的水域留在身后。他觉得自己快死了，意识也不再清楚。他在一次次短暂失去知觉的间隙，仍挣扎着向黑暗前进。剧烈的胀痛充满了头部，随后，一片骤然迸开的绿光冲破黑暗。他向前摸索的双手忽然扑了个空；双脚向后一蹬，便把他送进了开阔的海中。
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