


He got a good look at the shipwreck but wasted no time. To move among the sharks meant to move like one of them- a predator making its way with precision and tact through the water. He’d be lying if he said his blood didn’t run cold every now and then, when a hammerhead paid him a little too much attention or made a slightly sharper-than-usual darting turn in his direction. After all, that was what he did this for! And what a way to go, anyway! He got distracted for just a few seconds looking at part of the sunken ship, when a fat bellied Great White he hadn’t noticed cruised close above him from behind. “That’s it... just play nice mate” he thought to himself from below, as he stuck to paddling along the sea bed. Little did he know, the shark was thinking the exact same thing.