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managed to keep them both above water and began swimming back toward the boat. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt something brush against his leg.
    Emmanuel, still in a state of shock himself, wiped the tears from his eyes and grabbed the foam lifesaver, climbed over the transom, and threw it out in their direction while holding on to the attached rope. As his father latched on, he pulled them quickly to the boat and helped his father get the diver onto the platform. It was the woman diver.
    “Where is your husband?” Erique asked as the woman climbed over into the boat and collapsed onto the deck.
    She took off her mask, the fear still clearly visible in her eyes. “I don’t know. We were not together. A shark came out of nowhere and hit me from behind. I never saw it.” She didn’t look at Erique when she spoke. She didn’t appear to be speaking to anyone in particular.
    As Erique helped her remove the gear, he noticed the air line coming from her tank had been severed. Then he noticed the blood cascading down her wet suit into his boat. “You’re bleeding. Did the shark bite you?”
    The woman didn’t respond. Her eyes were now void of understanding, as if Erique were not speaking English.
    “Keep an eye out for the husband,” Erique instructed his son as he started running his hands over the woman’s shoulders, arms, and back, searching for a wound. As he caressed the back of her left arm, she grimaced in pain. He lifted her arm, looked around, and saw the bite mark. It had penetrated the wet suit, and several punctures seemed to be pretty deep. He got up and went to the controls of the boat and retrieved the first-aid kit. “Help her take the stuff off,” he said to Emmanuel.
    Emmanuel did as his father instructed. As he began to help her off with the suit, he looked out over the water. “Papa, there he is.”
    Erique followed the direction of his son’s finger and saw the other diver, the woman’s husband, swimming on the surface about fifty feet off the starboard side. He appeared to be fine, so Erique squatted down again to see to the woman’s wound.
    “Look!” Emmanuel yelled. “Dolphins.”
    Erique breathed a sigh of relief. If the shark was still around, the dolphins would protect the diver still in the water. As he began to clean the bite wound, however, he was shocked. It was not a shark bite. The puncture wounds indicated a much narrower jawline than a shark. Maybe a barracuda ? he thought. No, it wasn’t a barracuda either, but there was something familiar about the shape of the bite.
    “How is she?” Emmanuel asked as he knelt down beside them.
    Erique continued to cleanse the wound and then began to apply a bandage.
    “That’s not a shark bite, is it?” his son asked.
    Suddenly it became clear as a rush of fear and disbelief overcame Erique. He stood up and stared out at the diver swimming toward them but still thirty feet away. He could see three dorsal fins from the dolphins to the diver’s left and two more approaching from the right. They were closing in fast.
    “Start the boat,” he said.
    Emmanuel heard but was frozen as it also dawned on him what was happening. He looked back at the woman’s wound and then at the dolphins who were heading straight for the diver. They were not going to be of assistance. As they neared, one by one, they sped up and rammed the diver.
    “Help!” the diver cried out.
    “Start the boat,” Erique ordered again.
    Emmanuel rushed to the front and turned the key. The engine sputtered once and expelled a plume of smoke as it came to life. He put it in gear and turned toward the diver to close the distance. He could see the dolphins still attacking, but he heard no more cries from the diver.
    Erique stepped onto the platform again as the boat neared the motionless black form in the water. As the boat passed, he grabbed the diver and pulled him up onto the platform. “Help me!” he yelled.
    Emmanuel ran to the rear and helped pull the limp