Faith dived under the water once more, before returning to the surface. Faith swam to a swallower part of the pond, before yanking her scuba mask from her eyes. "Darn it! Damn mask keep steaming up." Faith grumbled lowly to herself, before spitting in the mask. When she had washed the spit out, Faith placed the mask back on and headed out again.
A young man in a small red boat, rowed up towards her. "Hey, you okay?" he asked. Faith frowned, before nodding her head. Neither saw the Shark fin coming closer. Faith took a deep breath and ducked under water.
Tala gasped, when he saw the fin, but it was too late to call out to Faith. The man in the red boat was suddenly bumped. He thought at first it was Faith. "Very funny!" he called out, only to be bumped a second time only harder, sending him into the water.
As Kai and Jemma managed to get to get to the pond, they watched a very familiar scene. The man tried to swim to his up-turned boat. As Faith came up for air, the shark attacked. The man screamed, crawling at the boat as the sea began to turn crimson. The man was dragged under in a sea of bubbles and blood.
Suddenly the fin turned it's attention to Faith, who had frozen in shock. Jemma turned away, praying to anyone that heard, the shark would leave Faith alone. Her pray had been answered. The shark fin darted pass Faith, heading out into the ocean.
Kai and Tala swam out to Faith, before dragging her in. They lay her out on the beach, as more people arrived. Tala began to panic as Faith refused to move. "She's dead, isn't she?" he asked, watching Jemma closely. To his relief, Jemma shook her head.
"No, she's in shock." Jemma mumbled, and grabbed to beach towels closet to her. Jemma quickly placed them over Faith, as she grabbed her walkie-talkie. "Jemma to dad. Come in dad. Over."
The walkie-talkie crackled. "Jemma! What the bloody hell is going on over there?" her father asked in a rush. Jemma's eyes were on the bloody water.
"Shark got into the pond dad. Ate another victim. Faith's in shock, we need to get her to the hopsital. Over." she explained. The walkie-talkie crackled agin.
"Gottcha squirt. Over and out."
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Sean, Tala, Kai and Jemma waited in the hospital. The door to a small room opened and a nurse walked out. "Doctor said she's fine...mild shock. She can go home in the morning." The nurse informed with a friendly smile. Behind her the doctor wheeled a bed-ridden Faith to another room.
"You okay Faith?" Tala asked, worried. Faith gave a small smile.
"Now, I'm with you guys. I hate Hospitals." The female russian grumbled. Jemma snighed, before spotting the mayor. Nudging her father, Jemma then turned to her friends.
"You two wanna go in there with Faith. I'll be with you in a minute." Jemma stated. Kai and Tala noticed the dark look in her eyes, nodded their heads and disappeared in the Faith's new room. Jemma spun on her heel and marched up to Barthez. Sean dragged the Mayor behind a curtain.
"I hope your happy now Barthez." Jemma hissed, trying to keep her anger in check. Barthez seemed to be in another room. Sean grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket.
"You gotta a pen Barthez?" he asked. The Mayor looked at him surprised, before reaching into his pocket. "There's only one thing you're good for anymore. Sign this. It's an authorization to employ someone to kill the shark." Sean mumbled, pointing to the paper.
"I don't know if I can do that without..." Barthez was cut off, as Jemma slammed her fist onto a foam bed.
"Forget out the book Barthez! Forget about everything here! That shark needs to be killed and fast!" she spat. Sean placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it would calm her down. Barthez began to think again.
"Maybe we can save August..." Sean was the one to cut him off this time.
"Forget it! This summer's had it. Next summer's had it. Every summer here has had it. You're the mayor of Shark City. You wanted the beaches open. What will happen when the town finds out about that?" Sean snapped. Barthez turned to both of them with a glare.
"I was acting in the town's best interests..." he trailed off. Barthez knew it was a losing battle, but he would be damned if he was going to sign the paper.
"The best interest for the town would be to see that fish belly-up in the water, with a hole in his head. You do the right thing for once. You've gotta authorize me." Sean paused and pointed to the paper. "Sign it." he ordered. Barthez looked at the paper before walking away, muttering under his breath.
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The three russian friends jumped as the hospital room door slammed open. Jemma slammed the doot shut, cursing under her breath. "What's wrong?" Kai questioned. Jemma sat next to the bed, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Me and dad tried to get Barthez to sign a contract so we could get someone to kill the shark. The damned bugger wouldn't do it!" Jemma hissed. Faith toyed with the end of her bedspread, before an idea struck her.
"We could do it!" she grinned. Her friends stared at her, as if she had grown another head.
"What? Have you lost your mind Faith?" Tala replied in an out-burst. Faith huffed under her breath, before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh come on! If we hire someone, they're only going to get the wrong fish. If we go out, then we'll get the right. Makes sense, huh Jem?" Faith explained. Jemma tapped her chin.
"There's one thing you've forgotten Faith. Not one of us knows how to handle a harpoon gun, we don't have any guns and we have no idea on how to kill a shark!" Kai pointed out. Jema chuckled to herself.
"Don't worry. I've played enough video games to know what I'm doing. We might just pull it off." Jemma grinned.
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The four friends entered a large house. Each one carried a bag fully of supplies, while they kept two hand guns and a shotgun hidden. "Whoes place is this?" Tala asked, holding a hand over his nose.
Smoke and steam rose into the air from two big oil drums. Recently someone had tried to burn their rusbish. in two small plastic buckets was whale chum. The rest of the whale lay on the floor in a bloody mess. Diesel fumes and decay filled the air, tools, ropes, broken bits of iron and engine parts littered the floor. Hanging from the walls were rope, floats, buoys, barrels, tackle and gear.
"This use to belong to a guy called Quint. He went out sailing once, had a heart-attack and crashed the boat into some rocks. His house became the island's propety, so everyone uses some of the stuff here." Jemma explained. Faith wrinkled up her nose.
"This has got to be on big violation..." Faith trailed off, as they followed Jemma. Kai frowned a little.
"So, how are we going to get anywhere, if he crashed his boat?" he questioned. Jemma set her bag down, before pulling open a alrge wooden door. Sitting in it's own dock was a boat. Along the side were the words Orca.
"This was Quint's favourtie boat. I guess he knew his time was up, so he didn't take it out. I think it still has a portable shark cage on it." Jemma smiled, pointing to the boat. The four climbed onboard, admiring the beaten up ship. Jemma cocked her head as she looked at kai. The russian didn't like the look on her face.
"What?"
"Kai, you drive. Get the engine warmed up, me and faith have got to grab a few things." Jemma ordered before looking at tala. "Tala, do me a favour. Get those two buckets, a small steel shovel and put it on the boat." she added. As the boys set to work, Jemma and Faith set to gather so more things.
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Sean's ears perked up, as the back door opened. "Jem? Is that you?" Sean called. Jemma appeared in the living room, as Faith began to gather her scuba diving stuff.
"Hey Dad. How's everything?" Jemma asked. Sean sighed and crossed another name off a list.
"Getting someone to kill a Great White is harder then I thought." he grumbled. Jemma nodded her head and glanced at Faith. The russian gave her the okay sign, to which Jemma nodded her head.
"Okay. Well, got to go dad. See you in a few weeks." Jemma replied quickly and darted out of the house. It dawned on Sean what she said, when Jemma was gone.
"Few weeks? What the hell has gotten into her?" Sean wondered.