Hotel Megalodon: A Deep Sea Thriller by Rick Chesler

Author:Rick Chesler
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Sharks, sci fic, prehistoric, Sharks --Fiction., Science Fiction, deep sea, Megalodon, thriller
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2015-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

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An hour later Coco sat on the pontoon of the Zodiac inflatable boat that was tied to the pier next to the sub dock. Mick started the engine and let it warm up while he used the boat’s radio to call Clarissa over at the dolphin lagoon.

“Clar, we’re ready in the boat, what’s your status, over?”

Coco raised her eyebrows at him as she tugged on her scuba gear. Normally she’d wait until the boat reached the dive site to actually put the gear on, but in this case she wanted to be able to hit the water immediately, as long as there were no signs of the mega-shark.

“Clar?”

Mick cleared his throat. Realizing his mistake, he spoke into the radio again. “Clarissa, you read me?”

The dolphin trainer’s voice came loud and clear across the radio channel. “I’ve got Tursi lined up at the gate. Just say the word.”

Mick looked at Coco, who gave him a nod. He spoke into the radio. “Word.”

“Okay, I don’t see any sign of the shark, so I’m just going to send him across the middle of the lagoon. When he reaches the reef he’s supposed to skirt the perimeter, and come back through the atoll lagoon to the dolphin lagoon. Releasing in three...”

Coco looked out across the lagoon, but also saw no sign of the prehistoric predator.

“...two...one...lifting the gate...Go Tursi!”

They heard two shrill blasts of a whistle emanate from the radio.

“Hold on!” This from Mick for Coco’s benefit, as he gunned the outboard’s throttle, sending the Zodiac skimming across the water away from the pier. The surface of the lagoon was almost mirror flat, making for a smooth boat ride. Despite the seemingly tranquil surroundings, Coco’s face was grim as she scoured the lagoon for signs of the hyper-predator. After a couple of minutes, Mick slowed the boat as he neared one of the two end-piece towers which supported lamp-tipped spires protruding a few feet above the surface to mark the hotel’s position beneath.

“Airlock’s right down here,” Mick said, holding the boat steady. “Forgive me if I don’t want to drop anchor. Might need to leave in a hurry, if you know what I mean, so I’ll just keep her in position for you.”

Coco was so focused on the moment, so all-business that she didn’t even acknowledge Mick’s humor. Or is it because you’re pissed at him? After a quick glance around one more time (no megalodon), she flopped backwards over the side, Jacques Cousteau style, she always joked.

“Be care—“Mick called, trailing off when he saw that she was already underwater. “—ful.”

He watched her descend toward the reef in a trail of bubbles. When he was sure she was underway without problems and clear of the boat, he put the motor into gear and raced back to the beach, double-checking that his radio was standing by on the designated channel.

Underwater, Coco heard the thrumming of the outboard motor grow more distant. She looked up and toward the beach in time to see the bottom of the Zodiac leaving a trail of white water on the surface of the lagoon.

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