“Here, little sharky, sharky,” I yelled.
I moved deeper into the water, hoping my
blood would fill the water, and that the sharks near Wyn would
catch the scent.
It took a minute, but it seemed to work, as
I pulled Derek’s attacker closer and closer to me, the other sharks
seemed to move around a little more, taking their attention away
from Wyn. As the body of the shark on the spear got really close, I
wondered how I would be able to control him. He was thrashing and
angry, and I didn’t want his teeth anywhere near me. I pulled him
so that his back was coming toward me, and his head facing outward.
I grabbed him from the back, and put his back between my legs. The
spears Mr. Woodard had shot into him were all still there, and he
was bleeding much worse than I realized. With this kind of blood
loss, I wondered just how much longer his thrashing would last. I
had to act fast.
The spear with the attached rope that was