Surrounded by Sharks
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When Davey wakes, just as the sun is rising, he can't wait to slip out of the crammed hotel room he's sharing with his family. Leave it to his parents and kid brother to waste an entire day of vacation sleeping in! Davey heads straight for the beach, book and glasses in hand, not bothering to leave a note. As the sparkling ocean entices him, he decides to test the water, never mind that No Swimming sign. But as the waves pull him farther from shore, Davey finds himself surrounded by water -- and something else, too. Something circling below the surface, watching, waiting. It's just a matter of time...
This adventure by New York Times bestselling author Michael Northrop will make readers think twice before taking a dip in the water.
Path. Hey now, he thought. It was closed, but then it wasn’t even seven in the morning. With the wooden shutters locked, it was impossible to tell what it sold, but it had to sell something. He squinted into the distance and saw another one. Maybe there are some the other way, too, he thought. Davey didn’t need much. At home, he spent most of his time in his room, and a lot of that reading. And he had his favorite books with him. His parents could recharge, and he could reread. A few weeks.
“His name is Davey.” “He likes his books!” She formed her thumbs and fingers into circles and raised them to her eyes: glasses. “Yeah!” called Brando. “He’s really smart!” “I’m Drew.” She leaned over and extended her hand. “I’m Brando.” He leaned over and took it. It was bigger than his, and warm. The boat bounced over a small wave and they both fell back into their spots. It was too loud to say much more, but Brando felt better now. It was true: Davey was really smart. Even if something bad.
Second look?” Fulgham thought about it. It was a small beach, and it had already been searched. But searched by whom? An upset, untrained family and the hotel manager. “Might as well,” he said. Brando let out a long breath. Drew looked over at him. “I think this is good,” he said. “Aces,” she replied. They headed straight down the walkway. It wasn’t far, and in just a few minutes they’d navigated the narrow path and arrived on the little beach. “This is nice,” said Drew. Brando looked.
Shake its head back and forth to tear off the meat. This was just a test. It knew there’d be plenty of time for feeding later. That time had arrived. The blue cut in between the blacktips, emboldened by the blood in the water. The larger sharks swam farther apart and then back together, but they kept coming. They were all converging on Davey. He pushed the mouth of the water cooler bottle below the surface, allowing some seawater to funnel in. The little fish that had been beneath it were long.
Fulgham stood nearby, shielding his eyes with his hand and scanning the horizon. “I should really go back to the launch and get my binoculars,” he said to Bautista. Bautista wasn’t listening. He was talking to the Coast Guard station at Marathon. The one at Key West was closer, but he was stationed at Marathon. The radio in his hand had been patched through the more powerful one in his boat. “I can’t confirm anything right now,” he was saying. “But that’s what it’s starting to look like.” And.