The diver

[jordy]

A bloke's wife goes missing when holidaying on the Barrier Reef while they were out scuba diving. When he can't find her, he reports it to the police and spends the night wondering what could have happened to her.

 

Next morning, there's a knock at the motel door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, a tough old Sarge and a younger Constable.

 

The Sarge says, "Mate, we have some news for you; unfortunately some really bad news, but some good news and maybe some really good news."

 

"Well," says the bloke, "I guess I'd better have the bad news first.

 

" The Sarge says, "I'm really sorry pal, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms down in a little cleft in the Reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead."

 

The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a sob. The two coppers wait patiently at the door, looking suitably solemn. After a few minutes, he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.

 

The Sarge says, "Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice muddies attached to her wetsuit, so we've brought you your share." He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice sized crays and four or five mudcrabs in it.

 

"Geez thanks, mate. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that ... Now, what's the really good news?"

 

"Well," the Sarge says, "me and young Bill here get off duty around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again! You fancy grabbin' some stubbies and comin' with us?"