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Slipway Grey: A Deep Sea Thriller
Book: Slipway Grey: A Deep Sea Thriller Read Online Free
Author: Dane Hatchell, Mark C. Scioneaux
Tags: thriller, Horror, Sea stories, Sharks, Shark attacks, Deep Sea
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the boat, and using it for leverage, she climbs back in. She places her hand in the water, and it swims under it. It takes a while for the entire beast to pass. It is massive.
    She dries her eyes and gets dressed. The motor cranks up with one turn of the key, and she pilots back home.

Chapter 6
     
    The Present
     
    Thursday seemed to drag on forever. Luke kept checking the clock on the walls of the various classrooms. There wasn’t much to talk about in any of the classes. He’d taken his exams a week prior, just like all the seniors had. The teachers spent their time mostly discussing college and some of the dos and don’ts of university living. Biology class was interesting due to some of the more obnoxious kids asking the blushing teacher sex questions. Lunch was also uneventful. He figured he’d eat with his new friends, but Chet told him to get lost. For the final hour, the seniors were required to attend a meeting in the gymnasium. Luke figured it would be the same news they’d heard all week: don’t be late, don’t show up drunk, don’t dye your hair, etc. He just had to sit through one more hour, and then he’d be free.
    He entered the gymnasium and saw Glenn waving to get his attention. He took his seat. “Hey, man. The day’s almost over.”
    “Can’t wait. I’m still shocked your parents are letting you go. It was hell for you to even get the okay to see a movie at night. It was a real drag going to matinées with bratty kids. I almost strangled that little boy next to me during the last Batman. He wouldn’t fucking shut up.”
    “Mom said no at first. She brought up the same old excuses. My dad finally opened his mouth and took my side. Maybe he’s finally seeing me more as an adult.”
    “Yeah, and one day when you get hair on your balls you’ll be a real man.” Glenn snickered.
    “Real funny, asshole. Anyway, she did start on me this morning about the missing people. It is kinda weird, what, nine or ten people have disappeared over the last year? She made me promise not to leave the group when we go out. That’s no big deal.”
    “Nope. Where Mandy will be, so will you—and Chet, too.”
    “Don’t remind me. Hey, what do you think’s been happening? A serial killer? People getting drunk and swimming in the ocean? I know people runaway but even those that left notes have never been found.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe it’s aliens. You remember that guy in Gulf Breeze took pictures several years ago of UFOs around here? It’s probably little gray men snatching up humans so they can stick anal probes in their butts.”
    “You can never be serious, can you?”
    “Sure I can. I think getting a metal probe up the poop-chute is very serious.” Glenn smiled.
    A pair of knees poked Luke in the back. He turned, and Chet’s smiling face made him see red.
    “Why am I going on this trip, again?” Luke asked Glenn, who was trying to stare down the shirts of the girls in front of him.
    “Because it’s going to be awesome, that’s why. An entire weekend of drinking and relaxing. Sounds like a perfect way to unwind before graduation.”
    “I guess. I’ll make it to graduation if the big idiot behind me doesn’t drown me.”
    “Or blow you.”
    The pair erupted in laughter. Glenn snuck a look at Chet, who was busy flexing his biceps for another football player. They laughed again.
    “What are you two girls laughing at?” Chet asked with a sneer.
    “Nothing, man. We’re just excited about the weekend,” Luke said.
    “You guys bringing one of those blow up sex dolls? That’s the only way you’ll score.”
    “Why are you so obsessed with our sex lives, Chet? How about we compare math scores? I bet you mine is bigger than yours,” Luke said.
    Glenn laughed and slapped Luke on the thigh.
    “Hey! I don’t like the way you said that.” Chet leaned forward, wearing an angry scowl.
    “Can we just call a truce or something? I’m going to head off to the West Coast in a few weeks to
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