By Jeff Spock. Read by Geoff Michelli.
“I have done over fifteen hundred dives,” I said, and let that sink in. The number was astronomical for a guy my age, even for a professional. “I have done free diving down to eighty meters. I have worked as a commercial diver and in commercial salvage.”
They were listening and nodding, concentrating on me while recording the conversation. “Then you, of all people, should have known better,” said the little guy.
“I did know better!” They were acting like the shark was the victim, not me. “How many people in the whole fucking galaxy could have come up alive, huh? How many would have had the technology and experience and conditioning?”
“If you want our congratulations, you got ‘em,” said Odenny. “But we’re more interested in what you were doing.”