Jensen spit saltwater out of his mouth, and kept doing his awesome rockstar like backstroke. He'd have to turn back around in a moment but he hadn't seen a jellyfish or shark in about five minutes. They still had fifteen minutes until they reached the land mass coming ever so slowly closer.

Roque grunted and kept a tight grip on the unconcious form of their
Colonel while Cougar kept a secure arm around Pooch's chest.

With two of their teammates out of commission and Jensen the only one not towing someone it was up to him to keep on the lookout for any more dead eyed sea life trying to kill them. And because their life read like some type of action movie he was sure the wannabe Dr. Moreau asshole that had zombiefied the marine life was on the island they were headed towards.

Sometimes he hated being the good guy.