It happened before my eyes. A flash. A tug. A weird bumping sensation in my left upper leg. I screamed, high pitched and long, just as I was tugged underwater. I shoved the slippery skin of the monster and slapped at his side. He was a full 10 or so feet long, so I probably wouldn't do much damage, only annoy him. But I refused to go down without a fight. Surfacing, I coughed and choked, spewing seawater everywhere. I threw punches at him and kicked at his body. The shark circled around me and adrenaline coursed through my veins. He made his move towards me and immediately, I was in action swimming this way then that. I swam under him, praying that he wouldn't find my head. Reaching the surface, I spun and started swimming away. I swam fast and furious. I swam like my life depended on it.
Because it did.
I swam with only one leg.