The Shark Story pt2 (467 hits)
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Submitted by Hexidecimal (View user info) at 2005-10-22 20:24:35 EDT
Besides the sharks and blowfish and barracuda there were other dangers in the water. Soon as I fell in I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I looked down into the water and saw something shiny at the bottom with half the word Pepsi on the side of it. I had sliced my foot open on a half a soda can. Give a hoot, don't pollute.
I knew there were sharks in the waters around the area but I had never seen one. It had always been in stories told by friends of friends whose brother's uncle's cousin got bit. But here I was in the water, fully clothed, bleeding heavily from my foot. I got scared and turned to reach for the raft. It had floated about 8 feet away from me and the rope was too far above my head now to reach. I took my first swim paddle towards the raft (the curb thing by the fence was too high to reach) when I saw a shape moving towards me in the water. A 5 foot long hammerhead shark.
I tried to pick up my pace and swim faster towards the raft but the shark was closing way too fast. I had maybe another 2 seconds before the shark would be in killing range of me and I was so scared my swimming speed dropped to nothing. I was about to be ripped to shreds by a shark and there was no one around to hear me scream.
So I did the only thing I heard worked on sharks.
I punched it in the nose.
I balled my fist, reared my arm back drove my 8 year old fist directly into the sharks nose. I felt the cartilage crumble around my hand and the shark stopped dead in the water. Well, I thought it was dead.
It bucked and thrashed a couple times and I was scared again. I had just pissed off a shark.
Then I remembered that I had 1 thing left that could save me, my trusty boot knife.
I pulled the knife out of my pocket (the knife was too big to put into a pair of boots my size and I was barefoot at the time anyway), popped off the plastic sheath and drove the knife into the sharks neck. I yanked my arm back and forth and kept cutting until the sharks head came off entirely. This shark had a rather large neck so it must have taken at least 2 minutes, but the adrenaline made it seem like only a couple of seconds.
The shark was dead. An 8 year old boy had just killed a shark. But how would anyone believe me. No one would believe that an 8 year old boy had killed a shark without proof. But I had proof.
I grabbed the severed shark head and swam through the blood red water back to the raft. I threw the sharks head onto the raft, climbed up and sat down. My foot was really bleeding now and this hadn't been the cleanest water in the world to have a sliced open foot soaking in. But I had survived thus far and had planned on making it through the rest of the day, if only to tell my tale. So, I grabbed the rope and pulled myself over to the ledge. First I threw the shark head onto the curb thing and then my rod, which luckily managed to stay on the raft during the entire battle. I climbed up and screamed when I had put pressure on my foot. I gathered my things: tackle box, fishing pole and shark head, and hopped onto my bike.
To say my foot hurt when I placed it onto the pedal is like saying the Great Wall of China is long. The treads of the pedal immediately found their way into the cut on my foot. But I sure as hell wasn't going to walk the mile back home, if only to avoid having my bike stolen.
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Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-10-24 21:49:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
God dammit, I hate sharks! They've taken over the Gulf beaches. I have a good friend who lost half an arm to a hammerhead.
Submitted by Hexidecimal (user info) at 2005-10-24 21:35:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
liquid stitches, it wasnt deep, just bloody
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-10-23 00:27:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
B@#$w
Submitted by monsieurstabby (user info) at 2005-10-22 22:00:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ouch. did you have to have stitches?