We swam for several minutes before things started to go wrong.
I had never used a tail to swim, so I had no idea as to how I was
supposed to carry myself. That, combined with the effort it took me
to move through the water, soon made me so tired that even Erin
outpaced me. Miles decided to stop for 5 minutes to let me catch
my breath. The whole situation was strangely humiliating for me. I
mean, I knew I was using a tail for the first time, but why did I have to be weaker than a 5-year-old? Why did we have to stop because
of me?
Of course, fate couldn't just stop there. As soon as we started
moving again, I nicked my hand on a jagged piece of tin foil that
was floating close by. Amelia told me that I needed to cover up my
wound so it wouldn't bleed, but naturally, being the idiot that I am,
I decided to ignore her. I'll bleed less than two drops from a cut this
size, I told myself, why bother covering it up?
Well, I soon learned that 2 drops of blood are enough to attract
sharks. In the time it took us to cover 3 kilometers, a shark the size
of a house decided it wanted Ebony sandwiches for dinner and
started chasing us.
Why, oh, why did I not listen to Amelia?! I internally cursed
myself as we swam in circles for nearly 10 minutes before finding
a small cave to hide in. Inside, Miles cut up a small piece of fabric
from his shirt and used it to bandage my wound. A little while later,
when we were sure the coast was clear, we snuck out of the cave
and swam for our lives.
We could still see the shark through the murky water, but Miles
was confident we'd be able to sneak past unnoticed. It was pretty
nerve-wracking, trying to go past a 20-feet long beast that was out
for blood. We were, however, soon rescued by a small diversion; a
giant squid came and attacked the shark. Pretty soon, the two were
engaged in a fierce battle. I don't really know who won though; we
didn't stick around to find out. I'd already used my daily dose of
adrenaline and I had no intentions of being chased by another
monster.