I took a tour of Deer island. The boating was fun, but after we landed I grabbed my fins and headed for the rocky shoreline. I was told that the view got better the closer I got to the edge. Mmmmm. Not so much. More to the point it didn't even start until I reached the edge of the island. I was following a cute little fuflar fish and then ran into a school of marlin. Wow. So I looked up, and was staring at at least a thousand fish of different flavors. I can't describe all the fish I saw, and most of them I need to look up in a book. Just spectacular.
I went around the edge and out to the sea side of the island, and it was fantastic. Not as many fish, but the fish were much better. The surf was tossing me around, but I could generally free-dive underneath it. It was huge openings and small caves in huge rocks. The ocean floor had discarded chains, a huge anchor, some metal plates from a ship... just tons of stuff to see. I swam beside a tuna with the dimensions as my chest. I met at eel much longer/taller than me. These blue fish with a pretty white border kept getting bigger and bigger the farther I went out. The marlin and sailfish were all over the place.
I kept going until I was about to loop around the top of the island, then slowly came back. It was fantastic. Hands down the best snorkeling I've done since Hunama Bay in Hawaii.
In the evening the divorcees (Pam and Dorraine) and I got together for a light dinner, a bottle of wine and some improv deserts. Wonderful relaxing evening.