I jumped down onto the glass floor of the boat and pressed my face to it. I couldn’t see anything but blue water and tiny fish swimming past. "Cody, let’s jump in and take a closer look. There’s nothing to see here."

"Be careful, boys," the captain urged us just before we dove off the side of the boat. Many of the other people jumped off the boat as well and began swimming around to see the shipwreck.

"Let’s take a really deep breath, then hold it in while we swim underwater," I declared.

"Okay, on the count of three," Cody added. "One, two, three."

The two of us filled our lungs to capacity, then dove under the surface and swam straight down. Sure enough, a few feet below, the top of the boat appeared. It was quite strange to see a real boat under the water like this. It looked old and dilapidated, almost as if it had been there for years and years. Actually, when I thought about it, the boat had been down there for years and years. Schools of fish swam past us as Cody and I observed as much as we could before our lungs began to burn. I rose to the surface and breathed as deep as I could to fill my lungs with oxygen once again.

"That was totally awesome," Cody shouted, gasping for air as he did.

"Incredibly awesome," I yelled.

Within seconds, the two of us plunged under the surface once more, swimming as deep as we could before the pressure built up on my eardrums. I swam along the side of the boat this time, gently pressing my fingers up against the smooth, wooden edges near the windows and doorways. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen in all my twelve years. Cody swam alongside of me as we explored every possible angle of the boat. Soon enough, our lungs were burning once more and we pushed our legs as hard as we could to rise to the surface.