Marcus’s heart hammered. He could feel the shark’s presence beneath the waves still, circling unseen. And as one pirate crouched to slip into the water, Marcus knew patience was thinning. He couldn’t hold still forever. The pirate with the harpoon gun paced the deck, eyes sharp beneath his ragged cap.
He muttered in his own tongue, then jabbed the weapon toward Marcus and Aaron, signaling for them to sit. Marcus lowered himself slowly, his soaked wetsuit clinging cold against his skin. The second pirate splashed into the water with a practiced dive. He vanished beneath the surface, bubbles marking his descent.