In fact, all the Britons were starting to sweat and stink inside their rubber suits. Thilini decided the best tactic was to breathe shallowly through her mouth.
“Hoy!” Jacoby sat up straight. “I saw something down low off the port bow.”
“Taking her around now,” said Hart. “Bait the water.”
Dawes pulled the lever that released a half barrel of salt pork from a compartment below one of the harpoons.
Thilini watched with growing horror as a dark form rose and rose toward the submarine. When it was 100 yards from the craft, it was clearly the shark and not a whale. Its armored snout was scarred and lumpy from dozens of attacks on ships. It swam closer, attracted by the meat.
Jacoby pulled the trigger on the first harpoon; it struck a glancing blow on the shark’s thick gills and tumbled of
