Phantom Prospect - Alex Archer [23]
“Yeah.”
“Should we go get Cole?”
Hunter checked his watch. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s after midnight and the guy probably needs his sleep.”
“Yeah, but he might get upset if he finds out he missed this.”
Hunter eyed her. “Or he might jump into the drink without a second thought.”
Annja nodded. “I guess you’re right.”
Hunter smiled. “My brother doesn’t let things like the dark stop him, either. And he probably should in this case. Maybe we’ll just keep this sighting to ourselves, huh?”
Annja watched the scope. “Sure would like to know what it’s doing.”
“Probably looking for a midnight snack.”
Annja had watched some shark specials on television, but she couldn’t remember seeing anything that came close to this size. The creature was huge. And yet, there seemed something almost unnatural about it. Maybe it was the overall size of the shark or maybe it was because Annja hadn’t seen any shows that did night research on sharks, but the whole event left her chilled.
Suddenly, she had an idea. “Do you have a flashlight?”
Hunter nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“You mentioned that sharks would use ambient light to hunt. Maybe I’ll give this thing some extra light and see if its behavior changes.”
Hunter handed her the flashlight from the instrument panel. “How are you going to do that?”
Annja took the flashlight. “Keep an eye on the scope and tell me if anything changes.”
“Annja—”
She grinned. “Relax, I’m not going in the water. I’m not nearly that suicidal.”
“Okay.”
Annja stepped outside the wheelhouse and found her way to the steps leading down to the main deck. She followed the port side toward the stern and then stood staring out at the inky sea.
Waves lapped against the side of the boat, but from her vantage point, she could see nothing to indicate that a huge shark was cruising nearby. She smirked. This was probably how it was all the time. Nature had crafted these incredible creatures and humans were, by and large, oblivious to when they were close by.
She switched on the flashlight and its bright beam cut through the swath of darkness, illuminating the waves nearby that foamed white as they slapped into one another.
Annja swept the beam across the surface of the water and waited. She hoped this would provoke some sort of reaction from the shark. If Annja could get it to surface, then maybe she could get a decent look at the thing.
Maybe.
She glanced up at the wheelhouse and could see part of Hunter’s body still leaning over the scope. She whistled softly and he leaned out of the window.
“Yeah?”
“Anything yet?”
“Not a thing. It’s still moving at the same pace and on the same course. Maybe it doesn’t see the light.”
Annja frowned. If a shark could use the ambient city lights miles away, then surely this shark could see a bright white beam on the surface of the water.
She looked out at the waves. She needed something else to help attract the shark. Something it wouldn’t be able to ignore.
Annja checked to see if the crew had left anything nearby that she could use. But the stern of the boat was remarkably absent of clutter. The dive platform hovered a few inches below the surface of the water and, before she could think things through, she sat down and pulled her socks off.
Maybe I am crazy, she thought.
“Annja?”
Hunter’s voice drifted down to her, but Annja ignored it as she stepped off the back of the boat and onto the dive platform. The water felt cold and she shuddered as her feet went into the water. She was standing in it up to her ankles.
She felt a wave of fear wash over her. Now she was actually in the ocean with this thing, even though she was technically still on the boat. If the shark rammed hard enough, she might lose her footing and that would be it.
Annja swallowed and used the flashlight beam again, aiming it just off the stern of the boat, closer to where she stood. With her other hand, Annja held the back railing for dear life. It would be her only link to