Seabee Diver

<p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The divers moved around to the other side of the boat and entered the main cabin. Jack began searching the interior storage compartments and found what he was looking for-a Mark 79 pencil flare. He glanced outside and saw the creature hovering near the stern. Igniting one of the flares he flashed it at the creature. The eel lunged at the flare and Kimo ducked down into the bottom of the boat. Jack released the flare as the creature charged forward. The eel engulfed the spattering red light and Jack quickly checked his hand. It was still intact.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Both men clung to the deck of the cabin too shaken to check on the intruder's status. They looked at each other and took deep breaths.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>O'Shaughnessy are you missing any fingers arms legs or anything else? Kimo asked hoping a little humor might ease the tension.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Jack held up his hands. Huh? he spat.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The eel disappeared leaving the two Seabees shaken and weak-kneed. Kimo spun around and gave Jack a dirty look. Jack shrugged and said It likes sparkles. Hell I didn't know.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Kimo turned to the radio and ordered Get us out of here Beaudette. Over. He knew the command would be followed-and quickly.</span></p><p></p>