Dark shape
Then movement flashed beneath the surface. A sleek, dark shape cut cleanly through the water, moving with terrifying speed. Bob’s breath caught, his voice tight with certainty. “That’s it,” he said, eyes wide. “That’s the same creature from the photo.” The fishermen leaned in close, jaws set hard, their eyes locked onto the shifting shadow. It darted swiftly, its movements rapid and deliberate. Whatever it was, it was watching them, circling unseen.
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