The divers circled the reef, sinking deeper and deeper, in search of the Sea-Moose that had been terrorizing the nearby town. There had been sightings of barnacle-covered antlers rising from the surf, and the body of one vacationer had washed ashore, covered in hoof prints.
The lead diver swam down through the coral. His partner hesitated before following; his oxygen tank bumped the rocky edges of the crevice.
At first he saw nothing but blue. Then the assistant diver spied a looming shadow in the distance. The Sea-Moose! He unsheathed his knife and kicked his feet, swimming full speed at the hairy leviathan.
“I meet my fate like a brave man!” He yelled through his diving mask. The watery shadow slipped farther away, but the diver redoubled his speed.
Later, when the divers’ half-devoured bodies were recovered, it was discovered that the “Sea-Moose” had merely been a mutated Hammerhead shark.