We got weathered out the last two nights of diving. The wind and sea was such that we could have gone, barely, but whenever we’d go to the boat a squall would come through reminding us that the conditions were just barely, when it wasn’t blowing stronger and raining and the lightening was the only light. At which time one of my colleagues learned a new word: discretion. Which means tis better to retreat today and fight another day. Or dive another day in our case. Hey, that’d be a catchy name for a movie.