Alice

“A loud metallic bang from behind broke his deep focus. He spun around to look behind, nearly losing his grip on the orca. His boat was bobbing in the water as if it was hit by something underneath. Stafford was puzzled, curious as to what bumped into it. A large splash several meters off the bow drew his attention. He only caught a glimpse with the corner of his eye, but it appeared to be some sort of fin. Whatever it was, it had gone under the surface. He quickly slipped his goggles back over his eyes and ducked under the water.”
― Michael R. Cole, Thresher

“Its whole underside had gone from its normal white color to being completely red. Much of the skin was missing, and the innards had been spilling out. Small fish were continuously swimming up to it and taking little bits of the open wounds. Despite the additional damage done by the little scavengers, the bite marks on the belly were still clearly visible. Stafford put his goggles on and gently lowered himself into the water. Because he was going to remain on the surface, he didn’t bother putting on an air tank.”
― Michael R. Cole, Thresher

“It’s a shark attack,” she said. “You’re more likely to get struck by lightning.”
― Michael R. Cole, Electric Eel: Bloodbath

“I have long believed that the ghosts of the past still linger here. They are stark reminders of the trauma and terror experienced by the unlucky patrons who had tickets to an afternoon matinee that day – and a chilling remembrance of a tragedy that should never be forgotten.”
― Troy Taylor, One Afternoon at the Iroquois