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// Story: 80 Days: Under the Waves 
// by Sharp Spark 
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I motioned for him to bring me closer to one of the dark openings, deciding that hunting one of the eels or crustaceans would be preferable to the more beautiful and vibrant sealife in the upper reaches of the reef.

When we drew near to a foreboding cavern, I began to reevaluate the wisdom of my choice. Sawtooth gently let go of me, and I drifted close down to the opening. I could see something moving within, slithering in dark shadows. Yet I would not be dissuaded from my task. I waited, peering closely until I thought I could discern the right place to strike, and then moved with speed and precision.

Unfortunately, I missed entirely, and the trident struck rock, jolting me back. Glowing eyes lit up in the cavern, and I would have let out a shriek had my mask not prevented such. Some kind of bulbous multi-armed creature surged outwards, right at me.

Apparently it was as scared as I was, however. It let loose a dark, inky cloud right in my face, and then shot away as I flailed wildly. Finally, the cloud dispersed and I wiped the liquid away from my mask, only to see Sawtooth laughing uproariously.

I crossed my arms, frowning at him behind my mask, but he swam up behind me, catching hold again to bring me up and away from the bottom of the reef.

I decided that I had tried enough at this task...
I caught sight of one of the nearby fish, and gulped, steeling my nerves…
I waited and watched, choosing my time wisely...