Diving an estuary on the out going tide on Andros Island, Bahamas when I came on a hooked sea bass. When he took the bait, he must have dove under some debris and entangled the line which broke from the fisherman's rod leaving the fish stranded like a kite in the wind. I cut the line and now I felt like I was flying a kite as the bass circled above me. My plans were to draw the fish to me and see if I could get the hook out of his mouth. Suddenly, a huge barracuda showed up, obviously excited, eyeing the circling sea bass. He kept getting closer to the bass, and me, darting about trying to decide how bad he wanted the fish, and I felt like he was about to take the bass. I had looped the line around my hand once and was afraid the barracuda would strike the bass and make a run for it probably cutting my hand with the line. I promptly let go of the line, and immediately the cuda hit the bass and shot out of sight with it, hook and line. I tried to help the bass, but ended up feeding a cuda; however, the cuda may have eaten the hook which would not be good.