Probably just a large grouper, he told himself. Or a trick of the light. Down here, shadows bent strangely, and the reef’s own colors could play tricks on the eye if you weren’t careful. He angled his camera back toward the coral wall, determined not to let his imagination spoil the dive.
Damselfish burst from a branching coral, sparks of blue against rust-red. Marcus filmed them weaving through the reef, vanishing as quickly as they appeared. A cloud of silversides rippled past, parting around him like a living curtain, moving as one. The beauty pressed against his chest like a weight.