Brute Force dug his feet into the sand at the bottom of the ocean floor and held tight. The boat above stopped for reasons he could no longer remember.
BF seemed to be forgetting a lot of things of late. He wished he'd remembered to bring a snorkel with him before jumping into the water, for instance. That way, he could breath. He didn't know how long the air in his lungs would hold out.
BF turned and looked for something to tie the rope around. Before he could find something, he was struck by a blow to his left side. Another blow quickly knocked him over and the rope slipped from his grasp. There was now a large hole in his hawaiian shirt.
He tried to grab the rope, but was hit again from above. A shadow passed over him. He looked up and saw a robot hammerhead shark circling him.
The robot hammerhead struck BF in the stomach, knocking the wind from him. He looked up as air bubbles streamed from his mouth and began to rise to the surface.
BF started to swim away, but the hammerhead circled again for another strike. . .
