"Jerry Davis - Scuba (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

hold it longer if you have to.
Already his lungs were burning. It had been a long, long time
since he'd last held his breath for a minute and a half. The water
was cold, very cold. It was numbing his legs so that he couldn't
tell if he were still kicking. He felt them with his hands to make
sure.
His chest was beginning to spasm with the need to breathe.
Don't panic, he thought. Panic and you drown. You'll drown 5 feet
from the surface, you idiot. Keep swimming. Just keep going.
He broke surface just next to a capsized ship, a triangular
wooden hull coated with barnacles and sea-growth. Storm waves were
tossing the ship like a toy, the wind whipping water into a froth
that flew into the air. His father was halfway up there, hanging
on. Enraged, Jack crawled gasping up the barnacle-encrusted wood,
his fingers digging in, wood under his fingernails. "You did it!"
he yelled, gasping, at his father. "You did this!"
His father was old and weak. He began to slide off into the
water.
"You did this on purpose! You want to die!"
His father moaned, still sliding.
"Don't you?"
His father was in the water now, sinking.
"Dad! Dad?"
There was the waves and the wind, and flashes of lightning.
"You're already gone!" Jack screamed. "You're a ghost,


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goddamn it! A ghost! Why don't you stay dead!"
The storm wind howled and whistled, almost as if it were
speaking.
"Jack?" a voice said.
"What?" Jack looked around, startled. It was his wife's
voice.
"Jack? Jack?"
Jack looked down at his wife. Peggy was standing on the lawn,
looking up at him. He was clinging to the mossy shingles of the
roof, soaking wet and shivering from the cold.
"Jack, please come down." She was standing there in her
nightgown and a robe, her arms folded across her chest against the
cold. Her eyes were desperately worried, and she looked like she
was fighting to remain calm.
"I'm . . . I'm not well, Peg."
"I know, sweetheart. It's okay. Please come down off the
roof."
"I'm getting crazy again, it's worse than ever."
"It's okay, sweetheart. We'll work on it, just don't fall off
the roof."