So, this is another English paper I'm posting as fan-fiction. Enjoy!
The Boy came near my territory. This was odd, he mostly stayed on his raft. He stood there, terrified and determined. I made my move over towards him, and when I did a shrieking blast came from his mouth. This noise wasn't necessarily infuriating, more like irritating, but still annoying. While walking over with stopping the racket the only thing on my mind the boy only blew louder. Our gazes were locked, a sign of supremacy and power. He made an advance the edge of the neutral zone, now I was getting angry. I growled in protest, that only made him louder. The boy blew that whistle for hours straight, now when ever I think of it I just feel seasick to the core. I should avoid making him angry anymore.