All I could see were bubbles rising to the top. I stopped breathing. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. He had almost made it. It was at this instant I thought, “I MUST jump in before he sinks too far below the surface otherwise he has no chance of surviving.” As I loosened my grip on the bar, the prompting came to me even stronger than before, “Stay on the boat!!! DO NOT GET IN THE WATER!”
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