""IT WAS THE DARK OF EARLY MORNING; LYNNE WAS IN 55-DEGREE WATER AS SMOOTH AS BLACK ICE, TWO HUNDRED YARDS OFFSHORE, OUTSIDE THE WAVE BREAK. SHE WAS SWIMMING HER LAST HALF-MILE BACK TO THE PIER BEFORE HEADING HOME FOR BREAKFAST WHEN SHE BECAME AWARE THAT SOMETHING WAS SWIMMING WITH HER. THE OCEAN WAS CHARGED WITH ENERGY AS IF A SQUALL WAS MOVING IN; THOUSANDS OF BABY ANCHOVY DARTED THROUGH THE WATER LIKE LIT SPARKLERS, TRYING TO EVADE SOMETHING LARGER...