The crystal-clear water beneath 13-year-old Hannah Mighall darkened for a moment. She was sitting astride her surfboard, enjoying the warmth of the sun as she and her cousin waited for the next wave in Tasmania’s idyllic Bay of Fires. Behind them the brilliant-white sandy beach was largely deserted and the surfing had been good so far.
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The sudden shadow below made Mighall instinctively lift her feet – balls of kelp often broke off nearby rocks and drifted in the surf. “They are really slimy so I hated touching them,” she says.Mighall’s cousin, 33-year-old Syb Mundy, who had been sitting on his own board just a few metres from her, raced over and began punching the shark in the side of its head. The shark pulled away from him and as it went underwater it let go of Mighall, lunging instead for her surfboard that was still attached by a rope to her leg.With the board in its mouth, the shark pulled Mighall underwater for a second time. Moments later she popped back up to the surface with her damaged board. The animal had bitten clean through the fibreglass and foam.
Mundy grabbed hold of his cousin, put her on his back and paddled frantically for the shore. Earlier that day Mighall had been practicing water rescues with another girl during training with her local Surf Life Saving association, repeatedly being carried into shore as the “victim”. Now she was doing it for real.
[snəʊ, frɒst ænd ˈsʌnʃaɪn…ˈlʌvli ˈmɔːnɪŋ]
[jet juː, dɪə lʌv, ɪts ˈmæʤɪk ˈskɔːnɪŋ,]
[ɑː stɪl əˈbɛd…əˈweɪk, maɪ swiːt]
[kɑːst sliːp əˈweɪ, aɪ bɛg, ænd, ˈraɪzɪŋ,]
[jɔːˈsɛlf ə ˈnɔːðən stɑː, ðə ˈbleɪzɪŋ]
[ɔːˈrɔːrə, ˈnɔːðən ˈbjuːti, miːt]
[ə ˈmɛləʊ gləʊ laɪk ðæt ɒv ˈæmbə]
[ɪˈluːmz ðə ruːm…tɪz gʊd tuː ˈlɪŋgə]
[bɪˈsaɪd ðə ˈgeɪli ˈkræklɪŋ stəʊv,]
[ænd θɪŋk ænd driːm…bʌt lɛt ˈaʊər ˈɒnɪst]
[braʊn meə wɪˈðaʊt dɪˈleɪ biː ˈhɑːnɪst]
[ðæt wiː meɪ teɪk ə slɛʤ raɪd, lʌv]
[wiːl gɪv friː reɪn tuː hɜː, ænd ˈlaɪtli]
[ðə snəʊ ɒv ˈmɔːnɪŋ ˈgliːmɪŋ ˈbraɪtli]
[skɪm ˈəʊvər ɪt, ænd, fʊl ɒv gliː]
[krɒs ˈɛmpti fiːldz ænd ˈɛmpti ˈmɛdəʊz]
[ə wʌns griːn wʊd wɪð triːz laɪk ˈʃædəʊz]
[ə striːm ænd bæŋk lɒŋ dɪə tuː miː]
The crystal-clear water beneath 13-year-old Hannah Mighall darkened for a moment. She was sitting astride her surfboard, enjoying the warmth of the sun as she and her cousin waited for the next wave in Tasmania’s idyllic Bay of Fires. Behind them the brilliant-white sandy beach was largely deserted and the surfing had been good so far.
↓ дополнение ↓
The sudden shadow below made Mighall instinctively lift her feet – balls of kelp often broke off nearby rocks and drifted in the surf. “They are really slimy so I hated touching them,” she says.Mighall’s cousin, 33-year-old Syb Mundy, who had been sitting on his own board just a few metres from her, raced over and began punching the shark in the side of its head. The shark pulled away from him and as it went underwater it let go of Mighall, lunging instead for her surfboard that was still attached by a rope to her leg.With the board in its mouth, the shark pulled Mighall underwater for a second time. Moments later she popped back up to the surface with her damaged board. The animal had bitten clean through the fibreglass and foam.
Mundy grabbed hold of his cousin, put her on his back and paddled frantically for the shore. Earlier that day Mighall had been practicing water rescues with another girl during training with her local Surf Life Saving association, repeatedly being carried into shore as the “victim”. Now she was doing it for real.