““Testing, testing,” I said. “Can you read me, Bud?” His voice came through the helmet’s communications system. “I read you loud and clear, Tom.” “Cool. Well—here goes nothing.” I gave my friends the thumbs-up sign and climbed over the side of the tank. Taking a deep breath, I let go of the railing, working the regulator so that I sank gradually to the bottom. All around me, like slow-moving dancers, the sharks circled. There were smaller ones—the babies and juveniles called “dogfish”—as well as... a couple dozen larger ones. I’m no expert, but I could easily pick out several tiger sharks, a few makos, a pair of hammerheads with their weird rectangular heads, and to top it all off, an enormous, terrifying great white—the kind from the movie Jaws. You know—the one that eats the whole boat? For the first time that night, I felt a shiver of fear go through me. I knew the sharks were checking me out, even if they didn’t change course. Each of them was sending out electromagnetic pulses that bounced off the material of my shark suit, sending back signals about the strange, shimmering fish that had suddenly appeared in their midst.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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