one of those melodramatic fools

Tide is panicking. He has no cool to keep, and there's frankly nothing cool about the shit Davey pulled. Not this time. Incredibly frustrated with his brother, and afraid of the shark, all he can do is thrash in the water. At least, until everyone assembles. Maybe Tide can borrow a little of their confidence.

Snarling and snapping, Tide changes course as he finds his footing on the rocky bottom. Scrambling, the boy drives himself for the shark's gills. Having caught sight of them moments earlier, they look like a good enough target. Sticking his head beneath the icy water and sinking his teeth around the flaps, Tide hangs on and does as much damage as he can, at least for as long as he can hold his breath. Coming up between strikes, gasping for air before diving back down. Vicious, terrible little dog that is.

"Tide"