The current we were hoping was only on the surface wasn't. All the way down, and fighting it with an 18 inch dome port catching the wind. Hard work. I elected to crawl across the bottom to try and keep everyones' bubbles in sight. Oops. That rock I was about to grab? It's a Devil Scorpion! Good thing he moved or I would have had a handful of hurt locker.
Mercifully, we turned, and my 25% increased air consumption against the current calmed down enough for me to feel confident I'd get back to the boat with no probs, and so it was.
Eel Cove is becoming one of my fav spots: Big boulders with lots of hidey holes, very friendly hoards of Racoon Butterflies (they like us because we scare away the Maninis guarding their eggs, and the Butterflies get lunch, so it's not us they like, they're just using us, yet, still feels warm and fuzzy.)