The tension was broken by a sudden, violent jet of water. The octopus didn’t just leave; it launched itself, using the divers as a starting block.
The force of the push-off sent Sammy spiraling backward. For a second, the water was a chaotic mess of bubbles and dark ink. We scrambled to regroup, checking on Angel and Sammy as the ink cloud dissipated. The “friendly” encounter had ended as abruptly as it began.
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But as the silt settled, we realized the octopus hadn’t fled toward the reef—it had disappeared into the very shadow we were afraid of.
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