Overman wasn't scared.
He had been on the sauce for awhile.
"Get that snorkel in his mouth".
He had long, brown colored hair, brown colored eyes, and average height. He wore a black colored wetsuit; he wore black colored flippers.
He looked at the deep water.
The gate was closed.
Overman relaxed.
He swam a short way towards the Atlantic Ocean. The vast waters were so deep. He ignored the dolphins that swam around the boats; he ignored the whales.
He focused on making sure Calvin Brouchard was impressed.
The boss was going to inspect the new "Undersea Kingdom", with designer Mike Brody. Brody was anxious about everything.
"I'm sending Phillip FitzRoyce, a British photographer and his Australian cameraman Jack Tate. They're going to love it".
"Yes, Mister Brouchard. Everything is fine".
"Excellent, let me know if your site management is finished. If the Kingdom is secure, come up to the surface...and we'll celebrate".
And Overman smiled.
"Talk to you later, Calvin. 'Bye!".
"'Bye!".
And Overman remembered the conversation from one hour ago.
~~~
The shark moved slowly.
It was 4 foot long.
It had a fin on its back; it was small.
The birthing process was forever.
Its Mother was huge.
It was away feeding its four other young.
The Mother was 35 foot long. It was bigger than the other sharks. But it knew its husband was away; it was off New York's Amity Island.
The shark heard the human's splashing.
It headed towards Overman.
And, with its deadly jaws opened, and its sharp teeth gnashing, it came closer to its prey...and it hoped that once its hunger was sated, it would go away...and wait for its Mother to come get it.
~~~
Overman saw the dolphins. They fled.
He was about to close the gate when he screamed.
The jaws of the shark chomped onto his chest.
Blood gushed out of his mouth.
And he died in agony.
~~~
The shark headed through the gate.
And, when the breach happened, a silent alarm beeped.
And the terror was just the beginning of the chaos that was to come.
~~~
Mike Brody, 22, was the youngest designer in Amity.
The trauma of the past decade or so, filled him with dread. He didn't need to be read the Gospel on Sharks; he didn't need to be read the riot act.
He had long, blonde colored hair, blue colored eyes, and average height.
He wore a blue colored "Undersea Kingdom" T-shirt, brown colored shorts, and blue colored flip flops on his feet.
It was the beginning of summer.
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Jaws 3-D A novel by Robert Helliger
Mystery / ThrillerThe most famous killer shark is back! After Amity Chief Martin Brody dies, leaving his wife to Ellen to take care of her sons, Sean and Mike, the older Brody works for Calvin Brouchard, an African-American businessman. But as they and their girlfrie...
