The smell of this shark’s blood and the wounds on my body must have reached the other sharks because all of a sudden they started to turn, first one, and then the others. Their attention was moving away from Wyn and toward me and the bloody shark held between my knees. I moved forward a little bit into slightly deeper water. I bent and let the water surround me. I wanted to scream out as the salt water hit all of my wounds, but I didn’t. I needed to get as much blood into the water as I could. I pushed the bloody shark under the water. He thrashed and thrashed, and I wondered for a moment if he knew what I was doing.
The other sharks swam toward me, leaving Wyn alone. They were coming fast. I lifted the shark up again, finding it easier to pull him when he was afloat, and then I started b
