juhuulian
01-02-2011, 03:51 PM
(this is only the first draft)
I watched with beautiful agony as the shark raced up from the depth of the ocean, coming ever nearer to the helpless prey.Just a girl who wanted a swim. Closer and closer, the music building up ready for the climax. Suddenly my phone rang. The moment was shattered. It was Micky on the other end.
„Hey bro. Were all at the beach. Wanna do a bit of surfing?“
„Yeah sure. Ill be down in half an hour.“
„Ok. Cool. See you later bro.“
„Alright. See you.“
I turned back just in time to see the last remains of the girl float up to the surface.
Its was a perfect day for surfing. The sky was a deep blue. The sun was effulgent, creating an iridescent spectacle on the surface of the illimitable sea. The prismatic play of colours was broken here and there by a little speck. A temerous surfer trying to pit himself against the might of nature's Bruce Lee.
I watched a surfer glide lambently across the wave looking like the master of the element; but the see is a capricious servant. Slowly the wave built up over him, higher and higher forming a white crest on the top. It looked as though the wave suffered from rabies. Then with a cacophonous crash the wave would implode, the surfer was swallowed in a huge explosion of foam. Then, just as though nothing had happened, the wave would recede slowly back into the depths of the ocean, leaving not a trace of its existence.
I turned my head away from the ocean and scanned the beach for my friends. A cooling breeze was starting up. The Freemantle doctor. Every day in the afternoon this wind would free Perth from the oppressing heat. If only for a couple of hours. I saw my friends a little way up the beach. It looked like everyone I knew had taken the day off work, or called in sick, or, as was likely the case with Micky, had simply not bothered showing up. I walked towards them, my board heavy under my arm. I felt the sense of excitement, that tingle that I always felt befor surfing. Micky saw me and ran over.
„Hey bro. The waves seem pretty good today. Should be some good surfing man.“
„Yeah I saw them.“
„Ey, you should have seen Roy. He caught a ten footer. Rode it like a fish.“
„Nice.“
„So you guys taking a break?“
„Yeah bro. We've been here like two hours. Plus the doctors here so I might as well lie down and enjoy the breeze.“
„Ok. Im going in for a dip though.“
„Ok see you in a minute bro.“
The others also seemed to have eneugh for the moment. So I headed down to the water on my own. Not that I minded. When youre surfing, when youre riding that perfect wave, it doesnt matter whos with you. Its your's and your's alone. I reached the water and began to wade out. There was a sand bank about 200 feet from the shore which I wanted to reach. You could catch the best waves from there. I realised that there was only one other person in the water around me. Even though I went to beach nearly every day, and new most of the people, I had never seen him before. That wasnt what was strange though. He had his whole body covered in tattoos. Looking closer I noticed that they were all religious symbols and quotes from the bible. Across his back there was a huge tattoo of a cross and underneath the words: 'An eye for an eye.
Suddenly I caught sight of something further out, but coming towards us with incredible speed. There was something white sticking out of the water. It got closer. It was a fin. My blood froze. There was only one thing it could have been.
„SHARK!!!“ I screamed. „SHARK!!!“ I was already swimming frantically towards shore.
I turned my head to see where the shark was and watched with horror as it bore down on the tattood guy. He had no chance. I watched as he was jerked underwater. By now the people on the beach had realized what was going on. But there would be no one to help. Who would go in the water now? I was still swimming with all my strength towards the safety of the beach. Again I looked behind me but could see nothing through the spray of my flailing arms. After what seemed like an eternity I reached the shore where all my friends crowded around me with white faces.
„**** bro. Are you alright.“
„**** man. Did it get you.“
I didnt answer but stared at the spot where the shark had pulled under the tattood guy.
About a minute later I saw something dark just under the surface of the water. It grew bigger and bigger and eventually broke the surface. I couldnt believe it. It was the tattood guy. I realized with a start that there was a red cloud mushrooming out from around him. He must be bleeding pretty heavily. He came nearer and nearer. His whole right side seemed to be covered in blood. It looked like the shark had gooten a big chunk of him. I was amazed he could still stand.
„****. Look at him. Hey, whats that behind him?“ Micky asked.
„I dont know man. It looks like hes dragging something.“
„Holy ****. Is-Is that the shark.?“
I didnt answer him. I was too stunned. It really was the shark. Tattoo guy was dragging him along. By now he had reached the beach and people rushed forward to help them, me among them.
There was a huge hole in his side with rivers of blood streaming down from it. The ground he walked on turned red. When we reached him he suddenly shouted: „Wait!“
Then he sat down next to the body of the shark and turned it on its side. With an expression of extreme serenity he said: „An eye for an eye.“
He held the dead shark in his hands bent his head forward and bit into it, tore off a chunk of meat and, with an air of great satisfaction started chewing.
I watched with beautiful agony as the shark raced up from the depth of the ocean, coming ever nearer to the helpless prey.Just a girl who wanted a swim. Closer and closer, the music building up ready for the climax. Suddenly my phone rang. The moment was shattered. It was Micky on the other end.
„Hey bro. Were all at the beach. Wanna do a bit of surfing?“
„Yeah sure. Ill be down in half an hour.“
„Ok. Cool. See you later bro.“
„Alright. See you.“
I turned back just in time to see the last remains of the girl float up to the surface.
Its was a perfect day for surfing. The sky was a deep blue. The sun was effulgent, creating an iridescent spectacle on the surface of the illimitable sea. The prismatic play of colours was broken here and there by a little speck. A temerous surfer trying to pit himself against the might of nature's Bruce Lee.
I watched a surfer glide lambently across the wave looking like the master of the element; but the see is a capricious servant. Slowly the wave built up over him, higher and higher forming a white crest on the top. It looked as though the wave suffered from rabies. Then with a cacophonous crash the wave would implode, the surfer was swallowed in a huge explosion of foam. Then, just as though nothing had happened, the wave would recede slowly back into the depths of the ocean, leaving not a trace of its existence.
I turned my head away from the ocean and scanned the beach for my friends. A cooling breeze was starting up. The Freemantle doctor. Every day in the afternoon this wind would free Perth from the oppressing heat. If only for a couple of hours. I saw my friends a little way up the beach. It looked like everyone I knew had taken the day off work, or called in sick, or, as was likely the case with Micky, had simply not bothered showing up. I walked towards them, my board heavy under my arm. I felt the sense of excitement, that tingle that I always felt befor surfing. Micky saw me and ran over.
„Hey bro. The waves seem pretty good today. Should be some good surfing man.“
„Yeah I saw them.“
„Ey, you should have seen Roy. He caught a ten footer. Rode it like a fish.“
„Nice.“
„So you guys taking a break?“
„Yeah bro. We've been here like two hours. Plus the doctors here so I might as well lie down and enjoy the breeze.“
„Ok. Im going in for a dip though.“
„Ok see you in a minute bro.“
The others also seemed to have eneugh for the moment. So I headed down to the water on my own. Not that I minded. When youre surfing, when youre riding that perfect wave, it doesnt matter whos with you. Its your's and your's alone. I reached the water and began to wade out. There was a sand bank about 200 feet from the shore which I wanted to reach. You could catch the best waves from there. I realised that there was only one other person in the water around me. Even though I went to beach nearly every day, and new most of the people, I had never seen him before. That wasnt what was strange though. He had his whole body covered in tattoos. Looking closer I noticed that they were all religious symbols and quotes from the bible. Across his back there was a huge tattoo of a cross and underneath the words: 'An eye for an eye.
Suddenly I caught sight of something further out, but coming towards us with incredible speed. There was something white sticking out of the water. It got closer. It was a fin. My blood froze. There was only one thing it could have been.
„SHARK!!!“ I screamed. „SHARK!!!“ I was already swimming frantically towards shore.
I turned my head to see where the shark was and watched with horror as it bore down on the tattood guy. He had no chance. I watched as he was jerked underwater. By now the people on the beach had realized what was going on. But there would be no one to help. Who would go in the water now? I was still swimming with all my strength towards the safety of the beach. Again I looked behind me but could see nothing through the spray of my flailing arms. After what seemed like an eternity I reached the shore where all my friends crowded around me with white faces.
„**** bro. Are you alright.“
„**** man. Did it get you.“
I didnt answer but stared at the spot where the shark had pulled under the tattood guy.
About a minute later I saw something dark just under the surface of the water. It grew bigger and bigger and eventually broke the surface. I couldnt believe it. It was the tattood guy. I realized with a start that there was a red cloud mushrooming out from around him. He must be bleeding pretty heavily. He came nearer and nearer. His whole right side seemed to be covered in blood. It looked like the shark had gooten a big chunk of him. I was amazed he could still stand.
„****. Look at him. Hey, whats that behind him?“ Micky asked.
„I dont know man. It looks like hes dragging something.“
„Holy ****. Is-Is that the shark.?“
I didnt answer him. I was too stunned. It really was the shark. Tattoo guy was dragging him along. By now he had reached the beach and people rushed forward to help them, me among them.
There was a huge hole in his side with rivers of blood streaming down from it. The ground he walked on turned red. When we reached him he suddenly shouted: „Wait!“
Then he sat down next to the body of the shark and turned it on its side. With an expression of extreme serenity he said: „An eye for an eye.“
He held the dead shark in his hands bent his head forward and bit into it, tore off a chunk of meat and, with an air of great satisfaction started chewing.