shark bait

Rather pointedly, Davey keeps Tide toward the head of the beast. He takes up the rear, snarling and snapping, cheerfully carrying on as they herd the shark toward shore. Sure, it doesn't have ankles to bite, but this is just as good. Really, Bait's reaction makes it even more worth it.

Oh look, their commotion has brought company. Davey doesn't pay them much mind, not yet. Instead he's all focus on the slippery grey beast, digging his teeth into its tail fins and driving forward. As the water gets shallower, their advantage becomes clear. "Let's beach this cunt and show 'im we mean it." Grinning, loud, and confident as ever... even if it's misplaced. That's still a shark, after all.

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