During the day I went scuba diving for the first time to get PADI certified. There were 5 dives over 2 days and a multiple-choice test at the end. I was amazed at the sea life and it felt like entering a new world. One that is often ignored by the life on land. The coral was dead and broken on the floor. The remnants of ocean acidification. School of barracuda swam by, a sea turtle lackadaisically gliding by and other random colorful fish. During one of the maneuvers needed to get certified it was required of us to removed the entire tank from our body and hold the resperato, our life-line used to breathe, out in front, remove the mouthpiece and hold our breath. After, we needed to put all of our scuba gear back on and continue the dive, all while balancing 10 meters underwater. While I was doing all this, midway, I heard a loud pop echo multiple times and my instructor seemed irritated. After we got on board and were removing our wetsuits to head back to the main beach, my instructor said disappointedly and angrily that the noise we heard were poachers using dynamite.