The Rip
Crunch.
The spear drove through mouth and palate and the soft back of her head with a sound like someone stepping on wet sticks. Her legs twitched once, like a puppet learning gravity. She fell, heavy, all the way down. The deck took her and didn’t bounce.
The last return
Jeff surfaced three minutes later, trailing the net behind like a parade balloon. “Line!” he called, breath bright in his chest, not yet knowing. “Line!”
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