It was quiet night in the bay. A man sat in a small boat, line cast, waiting for the fish to bite. He took a sip of his beer, and then lit a cigarette. He had been fishing for hours, and not a single bite. He was about to give up and go home when…

tck

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tck

"Huh?" He said as he looked at his rod.

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"Finely." He said with a smile. He grabbed the rod and started to reel in his catch. The fish was strong, it was really struggling. Unknown to the fisherman, the fish's frantic movements had grabbed the attention of a hungry predator. The fight lasted for about 15 minutes. Then the line suddenly went lose.

"What the…?" He reeled in the line. There was nothing at the end. The line had snapped.

"Crap. There goes tonight's dinner." He packed up his stuff, and began to paddle to shore. He looked over, and saw a big shadow in the water. The man stopped rowing. The silhouette disappeared under his boat.

"What was that?" He looked around. There was turbulence in the water, and his boat shook a little. "Whoa." Everything was quiet again. The man shook his head. "Alright, pull yourself together." Suddenly, his boat was flipped over, and he was thrown into the water. He came up and gasped for air. He turned, looking franticly for what had caused this. He swam to his over turned boat, and tried to get on top, but it was too slippery. He felt a sharp pain in his legs. He screamed, was suddenly pulled under. He rose up again.

"Help! Somebody Help!" He yelled. He grabbed the edge of the boat, but he was pulled away, as the unseen force dragged him through the water. The man was pulled under again, and came up again. He screamed at the top of his lungs. He was pulled under, but this time he didn't come up. The water calmed, and the bay became quiet once more.