For a couple of seconds, I bucked and danced at the end of my line. I was like a rag doll shaken by a giant.
Was it a great white shark, twisting and turning me from side to side, like a bulldog with a rat in its jaws?
I couldn’t see what was happening. It was dark, and air bubbles kept exploding around my face mask.
Don’t panic! I told myself. Don’t panic!
I tried to think it through. I didn’t feel razor-sharp teeth cutting through my wet suit. So it wasn’t a shark.
Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
Don’t hold your breath.
Ian has been going to Key West every summer for years, helping his Uncle Gord at his dive shop and spending as much time as he can underwater. When he’s not diving, he’s admiring Sherri, the girl who works at the dive shop, and wondering how she would feel if he told her that he tastes blackberries whenever he sees her. A series of accidents leads Ian to believe that his uncle is in grave danger, but the truth is more complicated and terrifying than he could ever have imagined.