It was at least only three weeks when he last saw the bull shark pup. And he was sure it was three weeks, not three months. His hand was over half his face as he was feeding the shark right now.
the she-pup looked like an adult shark now, her scales looked scarred and seemed to have white hard rock under her side fins and underbelly.
His eyes squint at the hard white rock on her and with his strong curiosity he reached out for it as he feed another carp fish for her. just as he touched her, he and her both tensed at the movement, both regarding the action as tense and unknown.
She pulled back, making the water fly and splash on Kyle's clothes, he was worried because she could have chomped on his hand and his father would kill him if he died by a shark or ended with a hook like his father actually.
he shivers at the thought.
He was falling into the swamp.
After realizing that the bull shark was larger, he kept giving her more portions of bass and meat from the store but he noted the swamp was more...quieter than usual and less active.
It was a bit creepy for a swamp but he kept visiting because she was swimming somewhere along the river, at least he saw her still in the swamp a week ago, so forgive him for being distractingly busy with his father at his boat near the harbor for an unusual amount, not that he stayed near his father too warmly. Kyle kept his father at arms length, but not anymore, his father was...trying, really hard and awkward for his sake at least.
But now, he fell because of the bridge he was leaning on, was unstable for whatever reason he concludes, and the same area of the bull shark he had petted once and fed rarely, rare.
In which the part of the wood fell apart under his elbows and dropped him immediately into the swamp waters.
He flayed at first, embarrassing as it is coming from a literal fisherman's lineage, he never had any excitement from fishing but preserving sea life.
But relaxing himself he deducted that he fell in the deep parts of the swamp, trying to find a lower part of land that he could reach, he instinctively feel something touch his foot.
He whipped his head to the water but it was murky, he may have not favored his father but he took in the lessons that were taught in his head. Be slow but aware, get to the land as fast as possible and don't squirm around or splash.
So he calmly swam to the closest shore but that was ahead of him and it was the most longest seconds of his life swimming as slow but subtle as possible to not have anything take him down. He was a lanky adult, he would not survive an attack on land, and underwater was a sure enough death sentence. He surprisingly made it to shore, he just didn't notice the huge blob shadow that recognized him as a neutral something, had stayed next to his side and kept predator and prey away.
The swamp under him, that he was swimming in, stood silently quiet those 45 seconds underwater.
and the she-pup turned adult shark had somehow knew that this was Kyle and hadn't attacked...
She watched him swim helplessly and kept her beady black eyes on the human that fed her and just lingered around her territory that she didn't mind at all. She stopped swimming in a circle under the human when his body was out of the water and left to hunt once more, almost greedy for growth and power to not be the prey she once was.
His father wasn't forcing him to fish and gut the fish but releasing it back to sea. It shocked him, to open his mouth at his father, who discreetly looked at the sea rather than his son besides him.
As his father had kept his fishing practice and caught a medium-sized sea fish, his father had gestured him to try again rather than make him grab a knife and gut the fish for an afternoon snack. He looked at his dad and without fear asked if he was alright and not getting effected by old age.
His father swatted the back of his head with his arm, not the metal hook thank goodness, and had turned around to throw his fish for him and gutted the fish he caught on his fishing pole. He was speechless for a good minute staring at his gruff father wondrously, which he hasn't done since the first time he wished to follow his father...although it was pushing it further to follow his father into open sea still.