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By the time Sean actually got to Quint's boat house, the diesel powered Orca pulled away from the pier. Sean slammed to a stop, groaning over his daughter's stupid ideas. Jemma waved at him.
"Don't worry Dad! That shark is as good as dead!" she yelled out to him, as Faith joined her side. Sean returned the wave.
"It's not the shark I'm worried about. It's you four!" he yelled back in reply, but he knew it was too late to stop them. Sean waited on the pier as the boat disappeared. With a final sigh, he turned on his heel and made his way home. Well, I won't have to call anyone up now. he muttered bitterly in his head.
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Kai wasted no time in setting out a course for the open sea. He lashed the wheel to the right, as Jemma watched his back. "How does Kai know how to steer a boat?" she asked, glancing at Tala.
"His grandfather paid some guy to teach Kai how to sail. He's got boats worth thousands, so someone's gotta sail them one day." Tala explained. Faith couldn't help but chuckle.
"And now his sailing this wooden death trap. Funny old world." she muttered. Jemma nodded her head, thinking over something. Glancing back out to sea, she began to pale slightly as the town disappeared from view.
"Okay, someone gotta start a chum line." Jemma informed. Faith and Tala looked at eachother. "Kai can't do it, because he's steering. I can't do it because...I have to check the harpoon. Yeah, that's it. I have to check the harpoon." Jemma stated quickly, before darting off into the cabin.
"I can't do it! I've got to...check my scuba gear." Faith muttered in a rush and darted off. She randomly grabbed a part of gear, pretending to check it over. Tala sighed.
"Looks like I'll do it then." he grumbled, as he picked up a bucket and a steel shovel. Jemma knocked lightly on the top of the cabin.
"Yo Kai! Cut the engine will you!" she yelled up, pulling the harpoon from it's hiding place. The Orca's engine cut out, and the currant carried them off.
"We're hooking a Great White. That's gonna be hard. Aren't they meant to be big?" Kai muttered. Jemma shook her head, as she emerged from the cabin.
"The average lenght of a Great White is four to five meters. Not that big really. Should be easy to hook him and bring him on board" she explained.
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The Orca drifted quietly. The ocean began to suck up the sun to heat the waves, that were surely heading for Amity Island. Tala groaned slightly, as he shoveled another helping of Chum out. A long line of blood and fish guts trailed behind the boat.
Tala stopped to wipe his forehead, before discharging his top. Kai had done the same, and it seemed he had gone to sleep. "I don't mean to be pushy Tala, but keep the chum line going. We've got a five good miles. Don't break it!" Jemma called from the front.
"How is this gonna help?" The red head russian inquried, continuing on with the worst job he knew. Blood sat out from the bucket, splashing on his pale torso. Kai cranked an eye open, as Jemma climbed her way to the back.
"Sharks are attracted by blood. If we wanna kill the damn thing, we've gotta lure him to us." Jemma paused, watching the boat trail behind the boat. "Not the best thing to do, but it's the only way he'll get him." she grumbled. Faith kept her eyes to the blood line, looking for any sign of the shark.
"Want me to start the engine?" Kai asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Jemma nodded her head, a small smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks.
"Thanks Kai. Quarter-mile, that way. Full throttle if you will." she replied, pointing out to the sea. Kai climbed up to the wheel and started the engine once more. Faith and Jemma sat inside, as Tala continued to grumble over his job.
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The boat's engine had been cut off again, and silence had cloaked the group. Faith stood on the mast, looking around, the sun blinding her. Kai lay on his back next to the wheel, eyes scanning the sky as Jemma sat next to him reading. Tala had stopped chumming, sitting far away from the bucket.
"Hey Tala! Wanna start that chum line again?" Faith called down, a slight laugh in her voice. Tala growled lowly at the female russian.
"What about Jemma or Kai?" he asked, waving at hand at the two. Faith glanced down at them, noticing they had become kind of close.
"Jemma's not going near the stuff and Kai drives the boat." Faith replied. "And I am not touching that stuff. I'll only throw my lunch up." she added, as Tala went to argue further. The red head sighed and began his job once moe. Jemma got up.
"Kai." she called, lightly kicking the russian in the side. Kai grunted, glaring at Jemma. "Slow ahead, if you please." Jemma smiled sweetly, before returning to the cabin. Tala glanced up at Kai, tossing more chum into the water.
"You heard her, slow ahead!" he called up, to which Kai flipped him off. Faith sighed loudly and climbed down the mast.
"You two would be killing yourself by now, if me and Jemma weren't here." she grumbled, and disappeared inside the cabin. Tala growled again. He blamed it on the heat.
"Slow ahead. I can go slow ahead, try chumming some of this crap." he shot back, and turned back to the water. There he came face to face with a jet black eye. The shark's head and upper jaw quickly disappeared. Tala walked backwards, stopping when he entered the cabin.
"You're gonna need a bigger boat." he gluped. Faith and Jemma stared at him, before scrambling outside. Kai, who had cut the engine again, glanced behind them as a dark fin cut through the water. The four friends rushed to the side, as the shark swam pass the boat.
"That's gotta be a 20 footer." Faith muttered. Jemma shook her head, as she began to pale again.
"25. Three tons of him."
The information chilled everyone, as the shark swam back round.