Treading water inside the escape hatch again, Mia tried to assuage Eric’s disappointment by saying, “There’s butcher knives in the galley. They’d be better than nothing.”
“I hadn’t thought of them.” He brightened. “I was too fixated on finding the shotgun. You ready to go back down one last time?”
“Let’s do it.”
Once again they struck out for the pantry and the galley beyond it. Like before when raiding the pantry, Mia kept watch while Eric rummaged through the galley’s drawers doing the collecting.
Down the length of hallway, visibility was atrophied by the dim light combined with the silt particles floating in the water. She couldn’t see the exit clearly, only the light flooding down into the sunken yacht. It reminded her of the sun barely peeking through on a cloudy or foggy day.
Abruptly, an obscure, long, dark shadow passed though the light. Straining her eyes, she saw…something…coming down the hallway toward them. At approximately twenty-five feet away, a three feet wide, conical head with two black, lifeless eyes and a mouthful of glistening white teeth emerged out of the murky gloom.
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