Shortly after noon, he rode a wave into the foam. Gray seals swam by - one here, two there, a procession. The morning brought sunshine, lingering warm water and small crowds. and set up on the ocean side of a sandbar, at a depth of about six feet, and caught waves breaking in the shallows. They walked past a shark-warning sign at about 9:30 a.m. The pair, Arthur Medici and Isaac Rocha, were visiting from Boston’s suburbs, where Medici, 26, was dating an older sister of Rocha, 16. Then came shouts: “Shark bite!”Įarlier Lanctot noticed two men with boogie boards headed toward a break south of the lot. She was off duty and spent that Saturday morning surfing with friends, reveling in the satisfying vibe of local residents coming together at summer’s end. The season had ended and crowds had thinned. Moments earlier, Lanctot, an ocean lifeguard and former collegiate swimmer, was eating lunch in the parking lot at Newcomb Hollow, a beach in the town of Wellfleet on Outer Cape Cod. Nina Lanctot sprinted toward a calamity she had long ago foretold.
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