His thoughts were a mess. Then he heard a splash. He looked up. The water beyond the sandbar darkened. A fin cut the surface—tall and straight. He blinked. “No way.” It moved closer, vanishing and reappearing.
Then—bump. The yacht rocked slightly. Catherine gasped. “What is that?” Another nudge, stronger. The boat tilted. John ran to the side and looked into the water. A black shape rose—white eye patch shining.