I began to leap in different directions, a trick I learned from Grand-père’s shows. It would keep the sharks on their toes while I came up with a plan. If I ran for shore I would have to go in a singular direction, and I had no doubt that they would soon overtake me. I continued to jump around until I had made a full circle. They were a little far away, but I was facing them. I dove down deep and made some noise, using my echolocation to size them up. I was turning the tables. Yes, there were sharks that ate dolphins, but there also quite a few who knew that we were not easy prey and that the wrong dolphin would seriously f**k them up.
Crap! There were four now, and one of them was huge. I remembered something my grandfather had told me on more than one occasion in not so graceful terms.
