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>"GIMME THAT GUN SIMON", BILLY WANTED TO SEE THE NEW >SPEARHEAD. "WOW! THAT'S MEAN." >"C'MON BILLY...LET'S GET GOING. I WANT TO GET THERE >EARLY". SIMON'S IMPATIENCE WAS CONTAGIOUS. BILLY >WAITED UNTIL THE BOAT CLEARED THE FINAL BUOY BEFORE >THROWING THE BOAT INTO FULL THROTTLE. THE BOAT LURCHED >FORWARD AND IMMEDIATELY FELL INTO A HOLLOW IN THE SEA. >A MIST OF SALTWATER AROSE >AND SLAPPED THEIR FACES, A BRAZEN REMINDER OF THE >OCEAN'S INTOLERANCE OF DOMINATION ATTEMPTS. SIMON >LICKED HIS LIPS, SAVORING THE SEA SALT. HIS HAIR FLEW >WILDLY AS THE BOAT ROSE ON ITS PLANE, PICKING UP >SPEED. IN THE DISTANCE LOOMED CATALINA ISLAND. >ANTICIPATION SURGED IN SIMON'S VEINS. THIS >IS WHAT HE LIVED FOR. > >SIMON WASN'T AWARE OF THE DANGER AS THEY SET THE >ANCHOR AND SUITED UP FOR THE DIVE. THE TWO BOYS DIDN'T >SPEAK, BOTH WANTING TO BE THE FIRST ONE IN. >FRANTICALLY, THEY DONNED THEIR CAMOUFLAGE WETSUITS, >FINS, MASKS, WEIGHTBELTS AND KNIVES. THIS WAS A RITUAL >PREPARATION, LIKE A SOLDIER PREPARING FOR BATTLE. >ADRENALINE AND TESTOSTERONE LEVELS WERE AT THEIR PEAK >JUST BEFORE A DIVE. THEY COULD TASTE THE PRIMORDIAL >BLOODLUST OF THE HUNT IN THEIR MOUTHS. IT WAS A >STRANGE TASTE, CHALKY, DRY AND OLD. IT WAS ALWAYS >THERE JUST BEFORE A DIVE. IT MADE IT HARD TO WORK UP A >GOOD SPIT FOR THE FACE MASKS. >"I GOTTA FUNNY FEELIN' SIMON. DO YOU FEEL IT?" BILLY >SEEMED NERVOUS. >"YEAH. FEELS LIKE DEATH. I LIKE IT, MEANS SOMETHIN'S >GONNA >DIE. SURE HOPE IT'S A BIG WHITE SEABASS." SIMON'S MOCK >BRAVADO DIDN'T FOOL BILLY. >"SERIOUSLY SIMON...I GOT THE WILLIES. I WAS ALL PUMPED >FOR THIS HUNT AND NOW I'M SPOOKED. I'VE NEVER FELT >LIKE THIS BEFORE. DON'T YOU FEEL IT? BILLY WASN'T >KIDDING. >SIMON THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE, THEN LOOKED BILLY STRAIGHT >IN THE EYE AND LIED. >"YOU'RE JUST NOT USED TO DIVING THIS EARLY. IT'S STILL >PRETTY DARK AND YOU'VE NEVER GOTTEN INTO THE WATER >BEFORE FIRST LIGHT. YOU'LL BE FINE ONCE YOU'RE IN." >SIMON TRIED TO SOUND LOGICAL. HE REFUSED TO >ACKNOWLEDGE THE BUTTERFLIES IN HIS GUT. >"YEAH, I GUESS SO," SAID BILLY. THEN HE ROLLED >BACKWARDS OFF THE BOAT AND INTO THE WATER. IT WAS THE >FIRST TIME SIMON WASN'T THE FIRST ONE IN. BILLY'S >EYES HAD DIFFICULTY ADJUSTING TO THE DARK AND BOTH HIS >HEART AND BREATH WERE >RUNNING FAST. HIS APPREHENSION TURNED TO FEAR AND >BEFORE HE KNEW IT, HE WAS HYPERVENTILATING. SIMON >THOUGHT NOTHING OF THIS. DIVERS OFTEN HYPERVENTILATE >BEFORE HEADING DOWN...IT WAS NORMAL. > >HE WAS NOW IN THE WATER NEXT TO BILLY AND SIMPLY >THOUGHT BILLY WAS PREPARING FOR HIS FIRST DEEP DIVE. >ONCE BILLY SAW SIMON NEXT TO HIM, HIS ANXIETY EASED >AND HIS BREATHING >SLOWED. THEY BOTH ADJUSTED THEIR SNORKELS, RINSED THE >SPIT FROM THEIR FACEMASKS AND LOADED THEIR SPEARGUNS. >SIMON COULDN'T STOP LOOKING AT HIS NEW SPEARHEAD. IT >GAVE HIM AN EXTRA MEASURE OF CONFIDENCE AND THE >FEELING IN HIS GUT EASED SOME. >"DROP TO 40 FEET, WHEN YOU GET TO THE REEF FIND A >CHUNK OF ROCK OR KELP TO HIDE IN", SIMON INSTRUCTED. >BILLY NODDED IN THE AFFIRMATIVE. HE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN >BACK INTO THE BOAT BUT COULDN'T STAND THE >EMBARRASSMENT IT WOULD CAUSE. HE BEGAN KICKING TOWARDS >THE REEF, FEELING THE COLOR DRAIN FROM HIS FACE. > > >continued on next page...

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