Another glance around showed that for some reason the visibility was not as good as the previous day; I could see nothing. With a kick of my feet, I headed up to the surface.
Treading water, I flipped my hair out of my eyes and struggled to bring my breathing and my emotions under control. A fish swam under my toes, tickling them. I jerked my foot away, and began to quarter the lagoon.
And each time I resurfaced from a dive, that damned fish would find me, finally going so far as to nibble on my toes. Dammit, I was going to grab that fish and do it a violence. Tearing its head off its body sounded like a good idea, or perhaps flinging it to the farthest bank.
I went back under so fast he didn’t have time to get away.