Once we speared a manta ray at the Big Wreck.
I don't know why. It was like shooting a lion,
or an elephant. What was the point. We had spears.
We were spearfishing. We shot him. We dragged him in
to shore. He almost dragged us out to sea. I guess he got
disoriented. He was injured. Wounded. Streaming blood.
Blood looks gray under water. Its blood, your blood.