Description: From The Watchmen of Port Fayt :Too late. Harry's bully boys moved in from behind, grabbed Grubb and lifted him up and over the balcony. "No, no, wait!" howled Jeb. "I meant cut his throat, don't throw him into the . . ." And then Grubb was falling towards the shark pool, still grasping the package tightly in his hand, with Harry's mad, shrieking laughter in his ears. His brain froze as the world spun around him. He saw the men with nets scurrying away, a few surprised faces turned upwards, gawping as he hurtled down, and then he smacked into the surface, and everything was dark, and all sound was muffled. He was plunged deep into the pool, his body rigid with fear, but his mind jerking into action. He could taste blood. His eyes flicked open, and he saw scarlet tendrils snaking through the water like seaweed. He had to get out. He had to get out. And then he saw it. Her. Florence. A shape in the water ahead. Dark and indistinct, but unmistakeable. And with a lazy flick of her tail, she was coming towards him.

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