“You do understand, Sam. In your heart, you
understand. Stop questioning it. I don’t have the time to sit here
and try to convince you of something that deep down you know is
true. So either help me help them, or get out of my way,” Mr.
Woodard said, and then turned and began to run in the direction of
the stranded shark.
Mr. Woodard was older, and although he had
the heart of champion, his body didn’t match. I was faster and
stronger than him. I needed to do this. If there was a snowball’s
chance in hell that the stranded shark was Derek, I had to save it.
I could deal with losing an arm if I was wrong, but I couldn’t deal
with losing Derek or Wyn. I had come here to think, but Mr. Woodard
was correct, I knew all along what was right in my heart.
I dropped the towel and ran to the shark,
passing Mr. Woodard on the way. The shark was facing shore. I moved
behind him and approached his fins. I put my hands on the ones by