bumps his head in trying to get away, seems to yell through escaping bubbles. we hear the gasping shout as a bubbling roar in the ears. his mask fills with water as he flails for the surface. miscalculating, he bumps into the hull of his own boat, shocked, dismayed, his system jangling with adrenaline shock, his hands open, and the object he pried loose from the hull drifts down and out, falling into the eternity of the ocean bottom. he finally bursts through the surface.
moving in, surprised, interested, fascinated.
pointing at the fin.
securing the rope to a cleat but allowing the barrel to hang overboard. brody ties his now-perfect bowline adjacent cleat.
emerging from beneath the surface, he raises his mask, spits out his mouthpiece and kicks toward brody.