shark bait

Head beneath the water, and then above it. Over and over, Tide tries to keep ahold of the beast's gills. The flesh coming off in his mouth is nasty, salty, briny. Slippery too. What an awful texture. Spitting and coming up, though he catches his brother's remark. "Are you ever going to stop trying to fucking kill me?" Were they arguing in front of strangers? Yeah, shut up. They've never been any good with manners, anyway.

The heaviest of their number leaning into the shark, trying to keep it pinned. Though the beast thrashed and fought, it looks decidedly silly in the shallows. They'd gotten it far enough up that it can hardly breathe, giving them a bit more control of the situation. As an even larger chunk of flesh comes off in his mouth, Tide can be proud of himself for that much, at least. Rat fuck, why is this so much work?

"Tide"