A car showed up at the Jersey Shore police department.

Detective John Tyler walked out and pushed his way through the crowd.

"Excuse me. Excuse me, please. Coming though.

Detective Tyler was a very busy man and was regarded as one of the best detectives around Jersey Shore

"Detective John Tyler," said a voice.

Tyler looked to see a man with a mustache and a woman with long black hair summoning him. It was obvious that they could recognize such a well-known detective like him with short light brown hair.

He walked up to them and said "yeah. What can I do for you?"

"Well, first off, I have read your reports on great white sharks and are just as much as a huge fan on them as you are. Let me introduce myself. I am Detective Robert Wane. This here is Detective Beckie Gilms. We're partners at the Jersey Shore Wildlife Preserve."

"We just got an offer from your chief to go and hunt down a shark, Detective Tyler," said Detective Gilms, "which is why he would like to have a word with you."

"Two of the dock's best of the fisherman," claimed Chief Forks as Tyler sat down in his office, "have gone missing. Two of 'em. Which is why I'm letting you in on this, John."

"What would that be, chief?"

"What do you what would that be? Didn't Detective Wane and Detective Gilms tell you about their game hunt?"

"They did mention something about that, yeah."

"Well it is implied that those two fisherman were obviously killed. The dock manager told me that it was seemingly a great white shark that killed him. You're my best detective. Which is why I'm choosing you for this mission."

"Are you really sure about this, chief? Sending people out to sea just to dispatch one shark."

"It would be reasonable on my account."

"Hmm. Interesting. And who are these other bozos who are you assigning for this mission?"

"Well," chuckled Forks, "I really wouldn't call them bozos. I mean, they come highly recommended including Wane and Gilms themselves. We have Detective Jerry Westling who has always wanted to hunt down a shark himself, we have Detective Gurti Blaxton who has always wanted to see a shark close-up to shore, and not only do we have Detective Robin Flinch who studied them at university but a great shark expert like Detective Olivia Hermes and an experienced diver like Detective Copper Kylson themselves. I really need you on this, John. You're my best man. What do you say?"

Tyler thought for a minute then made a decision.

"Where's the boat?" he joked.

They both laughed.

Craigson was a boat driver from Texas. For years, he, as an aged man himself, has driven along several shores. Craigson was the captain of his very own boat: The Lifesaver.

He hummed and whistled a tune and he sat down to relax and gulped down from his whiskey bottle.

"Excuse me, sir," said a voice.

Craigson looked to see a young man with long brown wavy hair coming his way.

"Well, hello there, what can I do for ya?"

"Well, I'm Detective Jerry Westling from Princeton University and I am due for a game hunt out to sea."

"A game hunt, you say?"

"Yeah. We're out to dispatch a Great White shark."

" A Great White?"

"Yeah. News came in that two fisherman were killed by one not just a week ago."

"Two fisherman? You mean Gorkins and Jaggs?"

"You know them?"

"Of course I do. They were two of our best fishermen. When they died, we felt very devastated. What are you in need of anyway?"

"Well a boat of course," Westling chuckled.

"Then a boat you shall have. Along with it's bloody captain. Wait for your team and we'll be off soon."

"Then off soon we shall be," said a voice. Westling and Craigson looked to another man walk up onto the boat.

"Detective Robin Flinch, Jersey Shore Pleasure. I heard ya guys talk about some shark attack and thought that I came to the right place."

"Detective Jerry Westling. And this is our captain."

"Captain Craigson at your service, matey. We'll be out soon to catch that Great White of yours."

"So that's what we're all after then," said another voice.

A young woman with blond hair walked up onto the boat.

"Detective Gurti Blaxton. Pleasure to meet you all."

"Then a pleasure's all mine," said another voice.

Another man walked up onto the boat.

"Detective Copper Kylson. Nice to meet you guys. Guess we're all here for one objective: to hunt down a shark."

"Did someone say hunt down a shark," said another voice.

A woman with short black hair walked up onto the boat.

"Detective Olivia Hermes. Guess I'm part of this crew now."

"Excellent," said Craigson, "and who are the rest of the detectives aboard this boat."

"We are," said Wane as he, Tyler and Gilms walked up onto the boat."

"Ah, very good," said Craigson, "and you are?"

"Detective Robert Wane. This is Detective Beckie Gilms and Detective John Tyler."

"Pleasure," said Gilms, reaching her hand out for Craigson's.

"A pleasure's all mine, Detective Gilms."

"So, shall we get this "boat on the show as people here in Jersey Shore always say?" joked Tyler.

And they all laughed.

"The bitch is going out to sea!" shouted Craigson in a drunken way before the boat left the dock.