Hunted

They are killers. Deadly things. They could rip you in half with a single bite.
Sharks. They are the best killers, or are they. Is it man, the one species put on the earth that was intelligent enough to advance in technology? But what do they do. Guns, bombs, weapons.1

It swam through the water like a torpedo. Bullets slammed into the water around it head. The sharks were under attack. People came with guns and weapons and killed them. Staffy, the shark, had seen terrible things. His friends had been hit by the tiny pieces of shaped metal and then been taken away. Later Staffy would see his friends with no fin, lying in the water and dark red blood drifting out of them. Staffy was swimming with two other sharks. They whipped through the water dodging the bullets around them. Staffy felt a sharp pain in his tailfin and smelt blood. A clean hole had been shot through his tailfin and Staffy slowed down. He heard voices and then a net came down. The other two sharks came over and ripped at the net with there razor sharp teeth. A hole broke in the net and Staffy was free. He swam downwards and in to a crevice. He was safe there.

When the shooting stopped Staffy emerged from the crevice, his tailfin aching. The water was littered with dead sharks and blood was everywhere. Staffy felt anger swell up inside him as he saw the shark that had helped him, floating lifelessly on the surface. His fin missing. It was horrible to take away the fin of a shark, their trademark gone. Staffy hated humans, they were evil, killing machine and they had developed things for the purpose of killing. It was the worst sin. As the water grew dark with the night, Staffy went down to the ocean floor and closed his eyes.2

He awoke a few hours later as he bumped into something. His tailfin was stinging badly and his nose hurt from the smack. He looked around to see what he had rudely awoken him. But all he could see was white bubbles fizzing around him and blocking his vision temporarily. When the bubbles cleared he saw a small boat in the distance. He knew it was one of the bad men because it was red. He was scared of it but wanted to hurt them because they had hurt his friends. Staffy swam cautiously up to the old red boat and nudged it with his body. It swayed in the water and then regained it stability. Staffy bumped it harder and it almost tipped over. By now a few other angry sharks had come and to join him and they were savagely smashing the boat around. It wasn’t long until the boat tipped capsized and the heavily sleeping men fell out and splashed into the water. The sharks, with anger giving them all the energy they needed, moved in for the feast to be had.3

The next morning bought light into the ocean. The small fish living in the reef sprang to life and went about their daily business. Staffy was feeling full and went to explore the ocean. He came to a cave near the surface and went inside. He found that the cave actually came out onto the surface and there was land next to it. The small cave “room” was dark and Staffy saw men. They were holding coloured boxes with grey things inside. Staffy wondered if these people were the bad men. He watched for a while and then one of them shouted out. Shooting started and Staffy swam out of the cave and out into the ocean. He knew the men couldn’t follow him there so he slowed down.

Staffy swam around for a while before the shooting started again. Staffy panicked and swam away quickly. He became aware that the ocean floor was coming closer to him. He was nearing the shore. That was bad but he had to escape from the guns. He saw legs in front of him, Staffy swam up and saw the human. He freaked out and sank his jaws into the leg and then swam away. More guns, closer. One bullet just missed his head. Then he felt a sharp pain in the side of his body. It was over. As blackness crept over him, he hoped that it wasn’t one of the evil people to cut of his fin. The blackness engulfed him…
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