Butterflyfish scattered like golden confetti as his shadow passed, while clownfish darted in and out of anemones. A parrotfish ground steadily at the coral, trails of pale sand drifting in its wake. Marcus hovered, mesmerized, unable to shake the awe no number of dives could diminish.
He raised his camera, capturing the slow ballet of the reef, sunlight fractured into ribbons across the coral heads. Then it happened. At the very edge of his vision, something darker moved — quick, decisive. A flicker of black slicing through the blue. Marcus snapped his head around, but nothing remained.