Samuel dove into black waves and did not think about what he would do if he could not find William, or found William and could not rescue him, or what he would do if the monster pulled him down beneath the inky water instead. The cold Atlantic slapped his neck and face as he found himself far from the boat, frantically spinning around for a glimpse of his friend. A sharp tug, a brief yell and he was under, jerked straight down into blackness so dense he could not see his own legs, much less his attacker. An eternity later — as his lungs fought to open his mouth — his descent concluded as quickly as it began. A trickle of light seemed to pulse in his vision, but unable to resist his need for air, he sucked in water and did not see the entire ocean floor light up beneath him.
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