A New Beginning
1: Tardi Possessed
Tardi swam frantically down and back. A white boat keel came straight at him through the blue underwater morning. The boat lifted over a final little swell and crashed onto his surfboard. Bet the bastard did it on purpose.
A million bubbles hiding a dozen pieces of his board punched him back down the sunlit water column, onto the old trawler’s wreck he’d been filming. His back shredded over the mysterious silver-barbed coral.
Aah! He gulped water trying to get air for a scream. The pain! Up! He had to get to the surface!
Wait, said a thing in his mind. A huge tongue slurped over his back.