"Don't move!" I whispered to Gail. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When sharks don't smell blood, they are generally not interested in objects that don't move. The more you toss at the surface, the more excited the shark becomes.

There are many floating corpses floating on the surface of the sea, and some of the corpses are covered with wounds, and the blood flowing out makes the sharks under the surface of the sea more and more violent!

Theoretically, sharks don't eat carcasses, but they don't eat sharks that are crazy about expansion.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, some sharks couldn't help it, and they tentatively attacked the bloody corpse.

The shark's signature triangular dorsal fin protrudes into the sea, and with the impetus of its tail, it quickly pounces on the corpse, and when it gets closer, it opens its large mouth full of sharp teeth, tears the corpse apart in one bite, and drags a large piece of flesh into the deep sea.

The torn corpses flowed more blood, the sharks on the sidelines went crazy, and a bloody feast began less than fifty meters from us.

I slowly pedaled through the water, ready to leave here with Gail, and I was worried that the shark would attack us after eating the carcass.

My fears soon became a reality, and a shark came from afar for some reason to become interested in us. It floated less than a hundred meters from me, then quickly dived and disappeared into the sea.

This attack was much more difficult to defend against than a direct attack from the surface, so I reached for my pistol, poked my head into the water, and spun in circles looking for a shark.

It was dark underwater, and with no goggles, I could see very blurry.

Just as I was on full alert, a large black shadow appeared beneath my feet, and it was still approaching rapidly.

I changed my breath and forced myself to calm down, staring at the shadow, calculating where and when the shark attacked.

I'm like a Spanish bullfighter now, except that people fight bulls, and I fight more dangerous sharks!

The moment the shark opened its mouth, I kicked it in the nose and dodged the fatal blow. The shark rises high above the surface and then smashes into the sea and splashes huge waves.

After the failed attack, the shark did not give up and opened its mouth again to bite it. I dodged in a panic, and the butt of a gun hit the tip of the shark's nose again.

The shark was in pain, bent its head to dodge, and gave up attacking me.

The tip of the nose of sharks has many nerves and is very sensitive. When you get hit hard, it's like a man being hit in the ball, and it feels like enough to push the shark back.

I don't know if it's full, the sharks are gone, leaving only many floating fragments of clothes on the surface of the sea.

I dived in, made sure it was safe, and swam with Kyle at full speed in the direction the life raft had drifted away.

I don't know how long I swam and the water soaked my skin white. After it was light up, I finally saw the life raft.

About twenty or so survivors floated there, two life rafts connected by ropes, on which sat four white men, and the rest of the survivors were soaked in the water.

After swimming past, I understood why. The water was soaked in black people.

"I hate racism!" Gail said resentfully when he saw it.

I swam to the life raft and flipped onto it, but the white man on it didn't stop me, and when I tried to pull Gail up, a pistol was against my back.

"You can, he can't!" The person behind it said.

"Forget it, Jack. You've done enough for me, I'm going to be with them."

Gail was accustomed to this phenomenon and had long since resigned himself to his fate. I looked at the blacks over there, and they were all looking at it with a good look.

"The four of you don't need two life rafts, why don't you come out with one?" I asked, turning around.

"If you go down again, those are willing to be with you!" The man behind got impatient and pushed me off the life raft.

I didn't go up again, but stayed away from them, because I saw the wounded in the life raft guns.

I don't know who designed this life raft, the bottom is net-shaped, and the people lying in it are completely immersed in water.

Before noon, I saw the expected visitor, a school of sharks!

The sharks must have arrived from far away, hungry. The blood of the wounded in the life raft caused the sharks to gather under the life raft.

I've seen reports of sharks, clever and ruthless hunters powerful enough to overturn a small yacht!

The hungry sharks had little patience and they quickly launched a surprise attack!

Several sharks suddenly jumped up from under the life raft, and the huge force overturned the life raft, and the people inside fell into the sea without falling. The sharks that were waiting around swarmed up, and soon the sea was red with blood.

"Fake, what is this?"

"Oh God! It's a shark! ”

"Help!"

"Who's going to save me!"

"Ahh

The whole sea was in chaos, and the blacks swam to the life raft in a hurry, and the whites on the life raft did not have time to stop it, and they swung the slurry and slapped the sea, trying to scare the sharks away.

I'd love to tell them that slapping the surface of the water looks to many predators in the water as a notification to them to eat.

There were no sharks staring at me and Gail this time, because we didn't have any wounds, we didn't move, and we had too much food for them to choose from.

After the attack, there were only eleven survivors plus me and Gail, and all the others perished.

The situation on the life raft did not last two hours, and when the two white men who survived pulled out food to eat themselves, the conflict broke out again!

With a gunshot, the results came in. The number of survivors became ten, six blacks were herded into a life raft, and two whites took Gail and I to sit on the other boat.

The food still hadn't given me and Gale, and the water was long gone.

The sun was scorching the sea, and everyone was lying on the life raft, reluctant to move, and the lack of water made talking a luxury.

I finally stayed up until the evening, and the temperature finally dropped. One of Xin Cun's people fell again, also a black man, and he couldn't help but be thirsty and drank a few sips of seawater......

In the middle of the night, God finally took pity on us once, and a storm came!

The torrential rain brought by the storm made everyone's stomachs bulge and the lack of water was alleviated.

But the storm also blew us far away, and the farther away from the accident point, the less hope there was for rescue.

The next day, we drifted for a few hours with the currents and suddenly discovered a "base" where about a hundred survivors had gathered.

Our arrival was greeted with enthusiastic cheers, and the survivors of the "base" were still very optimistic, believing that a ship would soon come to pick them up.

They were in a much better situation than we were, they had a little food, they had a relatively peaceful order, and most importantly they hadn't been attacked by sharks.

"Ahh Fack! Morphine, please, give me a morphine! ”

The screams of a wounded man came from a life raft, and I looked around, but I didn't expect to find an unexpected surprise, I saw the captain! (To be continued.) )