We, Three Kings

(Stewart King, Eli Lang and me)

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Hand held high above my head, I broke to the surface. We swam towards each other, spit out our regulators, removed our masks.

‘That is definitely a dive spot,’ Eli said. A dive spot nobody had dived before.

‘What shall we call it?’ I asked, back on the boat.

‘There were those three hills down there, and there’s the three of us, I reckon the three kings, or maybe three hills.’ Stewart said.

‘I like the three kings,’ Eli agreed.

Though with no crown to show for it, we were all made kings today, and there’s a throne for each one of us on the bottom of this sea.