Chapter 25

I got the feeling that these sharks weren’t prone to watching

fights like humans did. They seemed to be a little more

participatory. Then an idea came to me.

“Can sharks smell fear, Mr. Woodard?” I

asked.

“You mean like dogs? If they can they can’t

smell it like they smell blood. The smell of blood drives them

crazy.”

I looked at Mr. Woodard and the spear gun he

was holding, and then at the sharks. It was still easy to identify

Derek and Wyn. They were the ones with no one around them. They

were the ones who were alone.

The two sharks who Derek had charged were

still swimming away, and they were about to pass by Wyn. As they

approached him, they suddenly turned toward him. That very second,

the two who Wyn had charged moved at him from the other direction.

Then, breaking out of their passerby mode, the three who had been

casually moving around also headed for Wyn.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “There are seven sharks

going toward him.”

“I know. I know,” Mr. Woodard said.