Michael Patrick Tryon

Seabee Diver Michael Patrick Tryon

The divers moved around the other side of the boat and entered the main cabin. Jack began searching the inside storage compartments. He found what he wanted in a box, a Mark 79 pencil flare. He looked out and saw the creature hovering over the stern. He ignited one of the flares and flashed it at the creature. The eel lunged at the flare and Kimo ducked down into the bottom of the boat. Jack let go of the flare when the creature charged forward. The eel engulfed the spattering red light and Jack grabbed at his hand. It was still intact. Both men were clinging to the deck of the cabin and didn't have the courage to check on the status of the intruder. They looked at each other and breathed deeply. "O'shaughnessy, are you missing any fingers or arms or a leg or anything else?" Kimo said and thought a little humor might alleviate the stress. Jack held up his hands. "Huh?" He spat. The eel disappeared and left the two Seabee's shaken and weak kneed. Kimo spun around and gave Jack a dirty look. Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "It likes sparkles, hell, I didn't know." He said. "Get us out of here Beaudette, over." Kimo knew his command would be followed and quickly.