“Did you see any other boats? Anything at all?” Aaron shook his head. “No. Nothing.” He hesitated, voice low. “Great white hunting? That’s illegal. I should call the coast guard, get them out here—” “Do it,” Marcus cut him off. “But I can’t just leave it there. It’s trapped. I need that knife.”
Aaron swore under his breath, but hurried to the supply box and pulled out a serrated dive knife. He pressed it into Marcus’s hand. “You’re out of your mind. If it thrashes—” “It’s suffering, Aaron,” Marcus said sharply. “If I don’t cut it loose, it’ll die.” He slipped the regulator back into his mouth, gripped the knife tight, and pushed himself back into the water.