Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Oceania -- Fiction; Pearl fisheries -- Fiction; Sea stories
"There would be a sensation on Tahiti," he went on, turning to me, "if
you showed the traders that shell! It's worth twenty dollars a ton
more than the black-lipped variety, and the books say that it produces
a great many more pearls. We'll do a bit of prospecting to-day, mark
the best places, and let the men begin diving in the morning."
We wandered on for several hours, examining the bottom at each halt and
marking the more likely spots with a small buoy, moored to the coral
with a few fathoms of line. By mid-afternoon, our work seemed
finished--we had found more shell than our men could bring up in all
the months ahead of us. Our final halt was close to the reef, and
there, in about ten fathoms of water, Ofai went overboard for the last
time that day.
The coral was light-colored at this place and I could see every motion
of the diver beneath us. Suddenly, when he had been about a minute
under water, I saw him crouch and disappear in a crevice of the rock,
and an instant later a long moving shadow passed beneath the boat.
"_E mao_!" exclaimed Fatu. "A shark!" My uncle sprang to the side.
I leaned over with the rest, watching with acute suspense to see if the
shark would move away. No--he had seen Ofai and was turning back
toward the deep crevice in which the diver had taken refuge. Then the
shark rose toward us and we saw him clearly--longer than our boat,
livid-brown and hideous. An exclamation of horror went up from the
men. There seemed nothing we could do. Thirty seconds passed; Ofai
had been under water a minute and a half. My uncle had reached the
limit of his endurance. He spoke to Fatu sharply: "Your goggles! That
knife! The other weight!"
The shark had approached the surface again, and as he turned to go
down, before any of us could utter a cry of protest Uncle Harry went
over the side, plunging downward with all the impetus of the heavy
leaden bulb. It was an act of the most reckless courage; for in spite
of the stories one reads, men do not attack the great sharks of the
South Pacific in their own element.
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