The shark was at its limit, barely able to twitch in the shallow water. This allowed the old man to cautiously move in closer, knife in hand, to start freeing the creature from the nets that were digging into its flesh. Each cut was careful, deliberate, avoiding any further harm to the already weakened animal. Watching this, Maria’s heart ached as she whispered, “I hope we’re not too late.”
With each slice of the net, they could see the shark’s heavy breathing, a sign of its fight for life. The old man, with years of experience etched into his face, worked with a calm urgency, aware of the precious time slipping away.