Blood Tide At Suicide Reef - 2047 - 6/10

The rumor starts. Little more than a suspicion.
Then the underground goes wild, news spreading like an infection.
A new reef appears in the south Pacific. Huge swells crashing against a rising atoll.
Despite shark sightings, adventurous souls race to be among the first.
The initial wave of surfers disappear. Surfers, boards, jet skis, support crews, swallowed by churning seas.

Nevertheless, waves prove irresistible. Tight curls in the north, towering breakers in the south.
Polynesian outriggers arrive. A few come to take money from decadent Westerners. Others carry drums.
Surfers name it, Suicide Reef. One notes the coordinates, 47 9’ S, 123 43’ W, and whispers, R’lyeh.
And, as more landmass continues to breach, strange, incongruous structures grow visible.
Docu-horror mixes extreme sport surfing with unbelievable footage of shark attacks.
Not only riding the waves, but aerial assaults on bronzed humans.
That said, the undersea footage leaves a lot to be desired, owing to cloudy waters.
What we see are congregations of sharks, thousands of octopi, squids, and, beneath the murk, tentacles of vast size.