The Dive

I waved Brett over and braced my feet on the deck. Together, we pulled the trapdoor free from the thick, mossy growth. There was a brittle crack as it came up, and I nearly vomited into my regulator when I saw why. As the trapdoor fell away, a bony hand remained attached to it. Brett shone his light down the hole, and we watched as the arm it had been attached to slipped into the darkness below.

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