Carving a wake in the early morning calm of Frenchman's Bay, the Starfish Enterprise steams out of Bar Harbor on its maiden voyage.Onboard, 11 passengers-parents and kids, all sporting duct-tape name tags-are sitting on long yellow benches.
Ed Monet, 43, known to his passengers as Diver Ed, stands by the cabin. A few kids begin to laugh as Monet, bulging his eyes, squeezes into his one-piece dry suit. The heavy neoprene stretches tightly against his thick chest and legs. His long tangled hair and most of his face are covered in a hood made of the same elastic material.
Speaking in a loud, brassy voice, he explains his gear as he prepares to dive "These air tanks hold pressurized air like your car tires-air that I breathe. But instead of 32 psi [pounds per square inch] it has 3,200. This could blow through a 12-story concrete building."
Hoisting the large silver canisters, he grins. "Now I'm going to strap it to my back."...[Link]







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