He snags his arm on a rock. With a rip, he tears a strip off his wetsuit off along with his skin. Blood trails through the water. He keeps wriggling.
She grabs his foot, she needs him to calm down.
He drops his air tank, kicking free of her grip, and swimming the last few metres into open space.
She hangs back, and with a sigh, watches the shadow of a three-headed undead shark moving towards him.
The water turns red.