The pirate released the catch with a splash, the net sinking beneath him, fish scattering in silver streaks. He raised his arms shakily, head bowing as two coast guard divers slipped into the water to drag him back toward the patrol boat. Aaron exhaled a shaky laugh, collapsing onto the deck beside Marcus. “I told you they were coming,” he muttered.
Marcus’s eyes, though, were on the water just beyond the patrol vessel. The great white was still there, circling, its silhouette vast and graceful against the fading light. For a heartbeat, predator and man regarded one another again. Then, with a single sweep of its tail, the shark vanished into the deep.