16/08/2026
THE DAY A STINGRAY NEARLY KILLED A DIVEMASTER
Years ago, while we were out at Stingray City, I heard a faint radio call:
“Port Security, can you send someone to the Sandbar to pick up a victim?”
Port Security didn’t answer, so I did.
“What is your situation?”
“Our divemaster is bleeding out.”
S**t!
“Why don’t you bring him in?”
“We would get in trouble for not finishing the trip.”
Beach Club.
“I’ll be right there.”
We raced over and rafted alongside their boat. They handed us this poor young divemaster with a massive rip in his inner thigh. It was his first day on the job. He had apparently been instructed to hold a stingray, fumbled it, and caught the spine in his thigh. It had torn an artery.
He did not have much time.
Fortunately, I had several of my regulars aboard, so everyone went to work. We laid him on the deck. Steve applied massive pressure to the wound with a towel while Warren tried to keep him from writhing around. I called 911 and told them to have an ambulance waiting for us at the Yacht Club.
Then we headed for shore at full throttle.
Every few minutes Steve would lift the towel to have a look, sending a torrent of blood straight into his face.
“STEVE! STOP LOOKING AT IT!”
Meanwhile, the Cayman sun was beating directly into this poor kid’s face.
Warren, ever the salesman, looked down at him and said:
“You know, if you had a CML hat, you could block the sun.”
“WARREN!”
Somehow, in the middle of all that blood and chaos, Warren was still trying to sell Cayman Marine Lab hats.
We got the young man to the ambulance in time.
He survived.
Stingray City has given me some wonderful memories over the years.
That particular trip was not one of the quiet ones.
From the stories behind Fifty Years at Sea – the ocean still has the last word.