He could almost reach his boot knife. Straining for it, he watched dozens of bubbles, each containing precious air, leave his mouth and float towards the surface.
At least I didn’t lose my mask, he thought to himself.
The octopus continued to try to wrap him up with its tentacles and had landed a few painful bites with its beak.
The water was beginning to turn red. He could see a few sharks making a wide circle around him and the octopus.
He didn’t have time to worry about that though. He needed to get to his damn boot knife.
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