Forty-Six
Saturday, March 27, 4:26 P.M. CST
Parrot Tree Marina
Back aboard the Aggressor, Thomas found Mel in his reclining camping chair on the deck—sans cigar this time, to Thomas’s relief.
“I’m glad to see you back, son. Sounds like you had another adventure.”
“Well, I’m just glad to see you aren’t smoking.”
“Dewayne’s not back from fishing yet, otherwise I’d be smoking one of his Cubans with him, listening to his fishing stories. So, tell me what exactly happened. You sounded frantic when you called me to arrange for air transport. I didn’t understand half of what you said.”
Thomas filled him in on everything that had happened on their dive. But Mel was skeptical when it came to Thomas’s description of the giant creature.
“Sounds like a shark to me.”
“It wasn’t a shark, Mel. S
