A Fish Tale Chapter 1, a misc. movies fanfic

A Fish Tale

Chapter one: The butterfly effect

'I shouldn't be here. I must be insane. I have no reason to do this.'

The silence was almost deafening underwater; but you could still hear the struggles and the whips of a frantic tail thrashing about as a certain lemon shark strived to free itself from a fishers net thoughtlessly casted away and forgotten.

Amazingly, it's little pilot fish companion stayed loyally by his side as if he was a dog to the shark, never to swim away from his master's side to seek another.

'This was madness; certainly, I'm more likely going to be eaten the minute I free him.'

The shark was now struggling so hard, the wire from the net was now digging into his sawpaper skin, leaving a nasty gash alongside his eye and fin.

'Mmh, why couldn't I just stay home and watch TV like a normal person?'

With a shaky hand, one by one, the wires of the net were cut and gathered up, never to trap an unsuspecting victim again. The shark in question, its injury now alleviated, swam back to deeper waters, its pilot fish in tow. Before they left however, the pilot fish did something out of the ordinary; it looked into the squinted eyes of its friends savior, then swam right back to the protective side of its shark friend.

'I guess it was trying to say thank you.'

The foreign pedestrian swam back to the surface and headed home on dry land.

'I wonder if saving that lemon shark was a good idea...nah, I'm overthinking it. I did a good thing and I'm sure that shark is grateful to be out of that net.'

"Auntie Witch! Auntie Witch!"

"Auntie" turned to find a familiar pigtailed five-year-old bundle of curiosity tugging at her jacket.

"Stella, she's not our aunt. She's our neighbor that collects weird stuff washed up from the coast."

"Evening Fly. Hi Stella."

"Auntie, do you have any of those special red gooey fish?"

Knowing what she was talking about, "Antie" pulled out some of her gummy candies she made to look like fish. "I caught a whole school of them just this morning."

Stella gaped wide-eyed as she was given a generous handful of the fish treats.

"You see Fly, Auntie is a witch, she can make fish into candy!" Stella held out her candy for Fly to see; who just rolled his eyes and swiped a fish to hang on the side of his mouth like a toothpick.

"Yep, and I almost didn't get them because of a great big lemon shark trapped near their reef."

Stella gasped as she imagined a big scary shark scaring all those little fishies.

"But you know what, I saved him, and his friend told me thank you himself."

"A fish didn't tell you thanks for saving his meal ticket; fish can't talk." Fly remarked snidely.

"Maybe they can, but your weren't listening."

In the distance, Fly and Stella's parents called for dinner.

"Well this was fun, see you later Rina."

"Bye Auntie Witch!" Stella and Fly ran home as Fly tried once again to explain that she wasn't a witch, or their aunt.

Rina smiled and headed back home to finish her oil color paintings; today's trip of testing fate with danger was nothing short of inspiring for a young artist such as her.

It still bothered her though; why was it she had this horrible feeling she made the wrong decision; like this impending doom that she was going to regret this later?

So what you think? Not bad after almost a dacade long clog. Will anything really change in the story of no real moral values, will there be perilous journies awaiting our new character? Why is the author so dashingly oblivious!? Till the next chapter...