>I walked down into the shoals. I shouldn't have been able to see through the murk, but somehow I could tell where everything was. I could sense the rolling texture of the bottom. I could make out the sand-dollar colonies dotting the sandbars. I could even see the currents, warm and cold streams swirling together.

>I felt something rub my leg. I looked down and almost shot out of the water like a ballistic missile. Sliding alongside of me was a five-foot-long mako shark.

>But the thing was not attacking. It was nuzzling me. Heeling like a dog..I grabbed the fin with both hands. It took off, pulling me along... The surface shimmered maybe a hundred and fifty feet above. I knew I should've been crushed by the pressure.
*pg. 270-271 TL*