Moments later he reappeared, dragging a cluster of limp fish strung together by the gills. He heaved them into the boat, then vanished down again, hungry for more. Aaron’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Marcus, then quickly looked away, fear etched in the lines of his face. Marcus could almost hear his thoughts: wait it out, don’t make this worse.
But every fiber of Marcus’s being screamed against it. The reef was being torn apart, the shark hunted, their lives hanging by a thread. The pirate on deck shifted closer, harpoon gun in hand, his focus sliding toward the catch piling at his feet.