Half blocked from
her vision by the stone, only its naked back and blondish mane were
visible. These seemed human enough. But she was sure she remembered
something odd about the way it emerged. . .the way it
moved. . something.
But suddenly her eyes descried a far more substantial form, undeniable.
A huge, black dorsal fin split the surface of the water like a knife,
then began to move in slow patient circles around the speck of land and
shelter. Incredibly, the lone figure seemed not to notice.
Like wildfire, the thoughts and fears chased each other through her
mind. MY GOD, ANOTHER HUMAN! PERHAPS THE LAST. AND A SHARK! I'VE GOT
TO DO SOMETHING! Cupping her hands in front of her mouth, she inhaled
as deeply as her anxiety and thumping heart would allow, and shouted in
desperation:
'Look out! Stay out of the water, there's a shark!' It was no
use, the north wind and crashing surf devoured her feeble warning.
Trying to master her panic, she took several deep breaths, and cried out
at the top of her lungs.
'Shark! Shark! Stay out of the water. A SHARK!'
This time the creature reacted. Turning towards the sound, it returned
her startled gaze with one of its own, revealing for an instant a young,
almost childish face. Then to her horror, it leapt into the water
immediately beside the giant killer.
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