shark bait

Sure, they were supposed to have left a few days ago, but the boys were still hanging around the Fjord. It's not that far to make their way back. They'd be fine, honest. Like, super fine, despite the chiding call of Davey's puffin far above. They're almost a year old, they've been on far worse adventures than this. Really, nothing can stop the two of them from splashing around in the clear waters.

Well, nothing other than the obvious. Haven't they learned their lesson by now? Of course not. As Davey moves deeper into the water, he fixates on the beast. The glimmer of a pale belly and camouflage of a dark grey back. "Hey Baitboy, here we go again!" Calling cheerfully to his brother, Davey is already baiting the shark into shallower waters. At this point, it's a hobby.

"speech"