Darren giggled as he and his sister splashed in the water of the pretty morning ocean. Thomas Melbourne watched them from the watchtower through his binoculars. Those kids had come onto the beach every day this summer to play in the waves that crashed in on early morning. Getting up at six o'clock every morning to watch these rowdy kids was also getting old. He deserved more than four pounds per hour on this job.
Suddenly Darren started screaming louder than usual. Perfect, just more noise. Thomas reached for his whistle and blew several times. The little girl screamed with the look of horror on her face. He climbed down onto the cold morning sand. Darren was thrashing hard and screaming. For help. He was crying. Something was definitely wrong.
Thomas ran down to the water's edge to see powdery blood floating in the water. Darren was howling, crying, and screaming. Begging for help as he was helplessly drug under the water. Thomas ran into the water and grabbed the little boy's hand. He could see the tears in his eyes as he was drug under. Several moments pasted, but he didn't come back up. He was dead.
Then Thomas could see a glimpse of a fin rising out of the water through the boy's blood…