Short Story: Grey Nurse Sharks

My biceps bulged, as I lifted my bright white, heavy scuba tank, caressing it like a baby, to the floor of my humble, zippy car. The aroma of bacon and eggs hypnotised me, as I took my last bite of the salty, creamy, crisp and runny protein-packed morsel. My tongue contracted, as I flooded my mouth with piping hot, bitter, black coffee. The keys clicked over the ignition, as I zipped off into the swish-swoosh and endless sea of Sydney Traffic.

Clouds of pollution and spurts of fire puffed out from factories, like a dragon exhaling. My body shook, rattled and rolled, as I dodged the endless potholes of the dusty, glaring and tedious dirt road. Swinging my car into the car park, I met my dive buddy, whilst the chirping of the birds were deafening. I smelt the cold, fresh ocean mist of Bushrangers Bay, NSW, Australia, as I clipped my dive torch onto my BCD.

My dive boots sunk in the soft, dry, golden sand, as we were consumed by the natural cliff-shaped amphitheatre. Speckles of underwater debris rained on us, as the salty sea tantalised my lips: we sunk beneath the blue. A beam of sunlight cut through the water, as I propelled myself forward. Huge, ghostlike silhouettes suddenly surrounded us, moving closer and closer toward us, as I heard the lub-hub of my heart getting louder and louder. I felt the crisp air from my regulator tickle my throat, as the water cleared and the silhouettes morphed into figures. Endless Grey Nurse Sharks spun around us, like a merry-go-round, as I was hypnotised by the delicate golden speckles on their skin and their bright, white, sharp eyes. Salty water stung my mouth, as I gaped, overwhelmed by beauty. Gripping onto a giant, sturdy rock, I surrendered.

© Karina Teuma

Published by Karina Teuma Karina Teuma is a Passionate Marine Biology Enthusiast, Environmentalist, Snorkeller, Freediver, Scuba Diver and more.

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