His head was back above the water, but he was still trapped in the waders, and he was losing his breath.

Looking at the comb, I could imagine its first owner, a bright spirit in a dropped-waist dress and Louise Brooks Bob, reveling in her liberation from corsets, long gowns, and heavy hair buns.

His father's shredded wetsuit was found later, and aerial searches spotted a five-metre great white shark swimming in the area.