The Harbour: Chapter 3
Joel surfaced again.
It lay deeper than he’d first thought, harder to get to. Its smooth black sheen had caught his eye amongst the grey-green algae that covered the paua bed.
He needed extra help.
He hauled the weight belt over the side of the skiff and sucked in breath. The last blocks snaked overboard, water closed over his head and the surface receded above him.
This time he made it to the bottom. His fingers closed around it and wrenched…