To me, a rather novice scuba diver, the waves rolling across Fowl Cays National Park in the Bahamas looked a little big. We had motored out of Marsh Harbor on Abaco at exactly 9:30 a.m., blue skies doing nothing to distract me from the growing anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Water quality looked good, and as we prepared our equipment it was easy to see the large reef beneath the surface. Apprehension now mixed with pure excitement.