"I lowered my head and started to swim slowly, steadily out to the white, floating platform. I was four or five strokes away from it when I felt something wrap around my ankle. At first, I thought it was a piece of seaweed. But then I felt it grip me. I thrashed the water with both hands. "Let go---!" But the hard, bony hand held on, tugging me, tugging me underwater."--Publisher.
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