I noticed the water around us start to
bubble, and the cage started to shake. There were so many bubbles
that I couldn’t see a thing. I reached out trying to find Logan,
and something big and powerful knocked me down so hard against the
cage bottom that it took me a minute to get up.
I moved around the cage, but still couldn’t
see a thing. My foot hit something hard and I reached down to feel
for it. My hand touched something metal, and round, and I realized
that it was Logan’s scuba tank. Thank God. He’s here, I thought and
reached down to pull it up. It came up easily and I realized that
Logan wasn’t in it, and I began to panic. The bubbles were starting
to clear a little, and I looked around the tank. Logan was nowhere
to be found.
That’s when I saw the scariest thing in my
life. A third shark was now in the tank with us and he was huge, at
least twice the size of the other two. Were I to pick out a tank