Chapter 50: Is That A Shark

Jack

A bump hit Jack's foot as he floated in the ocean on his back. Don't move, don't move. The dragon circled overhead while an animal prodded him from below. If it was a shark, it would try a taste soon.

For his ruse to succeed, the dragon must think him dead. Funny thing about dragons-they refused to eat anything already dead. It had to be alive and squirming.

Some sharks though, Great Whites for example, would gobble anything, alive or not.

He couldn't move. Not yet. Not until she turned away, and he would kick hard until he made it to shore. Waves churned around him, and he let the tide carry him closer to shore. He'd have to do something before the sharks did.

Slowly, he opened one eye, and the sinking sun winked from behind clouds. The creature banked to his left.