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Mitch glanced over the side of the boat. The water looked dark and cold. God knows what’s down there. He heard the Jaws soundtrack music somewhere in the back of his mind. Mm, Steven Spielberg has a lot to answer for, he thought. Turning, he lowered his scuba mask over his face, inserted his mouthpiece, and gave the thumbs up before leaning back and dropping into the water.
So quiet. The ocean was dark and silent. Mitch heard his heart beating way too fast.
Calm down. Breathe … hold … let it out. He repeated the mantra to himself as he followed the light from his torch, swimming deeper.
He knew what he was going to see, but that never made it any easier. His instincts were on full alert. The report said a package was some forty feet below the surface. Two amateur divers had called it
