"Using a sled to go into the depths - What could go wrong?", I thought, naturally not very scared of that as a half-water dragon. So that was my reaction when a certain, professional friend - an Allosaur named Broken - invited me to such a trip.

Well, so we took his boat and equipment and after a few instructions and lung-preparations we went into the depth. Of course I didn't have experience with this kind of equipment as the most I have used were stones and ropes for a simple form of skandalopetra (an ancient form of freediving holding onto a stone weight). However probably even long experience wouldn't have prepared me for this dive properly.

At first we went meter after meter through the darkening water until the lamps attached to the sled were practically the only thing allowing us to see anything. The dive-monitor counted the seconds as well as the depths but we felt the pressure on our bodies anyways.
My lungs which were almost painfully inflated at surface were squished by now, causing my chest to cave in lightly and the natural urge to inhale had set in. Yet I had to resist since just opening ones mouth could be dangerous under those circumstances - every single bubble was precious!

Unfortunately this this resulted in focusing on just ourselves; and admittedly on each other as well in my case - gosh, Broken is a really hawt scalie in this wetsuit of his... especially when struggling mildly with his air, yet not giving up...
Distracted like this, we missed that underwater currents had set in, pushing the guidance-rope around like a huge, long pendulum despite its weight at the very end.
By the point he noticed that we are not on track anymore, it is already too late.
I only saw his eyes widen and how he pushes me off the sled to float freely and when i looked down for our further accelerating sled, a soud screeching of breaking metal and crashing rock is audible and the sled disappeared in a cloud of dust.

My heart rate instantly skyrocketed, not able to conserve my oxygen anymore as we kick down lock the rope which doesn't seem to move either anymore.
Precious seconds passed while the dust in the water prevented us from seeing anything despite my diving-glasses.

My glance wondered up towards the surface during those moments and it made me gulp as I saw how far away it was, barely enabling us to see its light.
I remembered that the last time I looked at the diving-computer it showed over 120 meters. Too deep for you to come up on your own without any fins - and quite borderline for me.

A bad feeling crept to my mind already and that only worsened when the dust finally settled and we can make out the sled again - just between two massive rocks, obviously belonging to the cliff where our rope had been driven into.
With a bit of relief we see that the gas-balloon with its capsule - the system meant to pull us with the sled back up to the surface - seems in tact even if practically everything else broken. The diving computer is nowhere to be seen.

I know that I have to stay as calm as possible not to burn all my oxygen but at the same time I have to move to free the sled!
Not having any choice I kick for it and start to pull. It doesn't seem to be moving any centimeter though as it has buried and jammed itself just into the hard stone.

With worry I gave you a glance, looking up as I saw your chest convulsing for the first time and you pressed a paw to your muzzle. It made me well aware that this will happen to me as well any moment.

"Will we be able to free the sled in time?", rushes through my mind. "Or should we try to return just on our own.. risking to end up both with waterlogged lungs? Maybe if I help him with my air..."
With a bit of growing despair I start pulling just harder until tiny bubbles seep from my nostrils. Yet to no avail...

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An AMAZING drawing gift by  BrokenSoul
A real honor to get a drawing from him, being the maker of one of the first drawings with scalies underwater I ever saw...

Thank you so much!!! =D