Son of Thunder by James Jakins
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Chapter five, her thout. The small boat bobbed gently on the waves as the ocean reflected the setting sun with a soft glow. The gentle spray of the water left the air with the scent of salt and fish. You'll rested his back on the railing as he waited for gwahl to remove the bag from his prisoner's head. Hello, par. You'll waved the tied and gagged man Par looked around urgently, his eyes wide and terrified. He caught sight of y'all and tried to push himself away from the younger man. His hands tied behind his back were tethered to a ring in the middle of this small deck. He reached the limit of his tether in his awkward backward crawl was cut short. A nervous moan escaped from behind the gag. Now, now par. No need to be so scared. We're just going to talk. You'll pushed himself up and moved closer to the man. He hunched down in front of par and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder. Part tried to jerk away from the hand, but it tightened and he let out a pain cry. Did I ever tell you about my cousin? You'll asked fear filled eyes were his only answer. No, he's a life scholar in movie earn studies, living creatures. A lot of those guys focus on little things, you know, like bugs or birds. But my cousin, he studies predators. You'll smiled at par, showing Mawr teeth unnecessary. You ever seen a shark par? You'll asked. The man's eyes bulged further and he began struggling against his bonds. You'll flicked him on the forehead. None of that. Now we're miles from shore. Wouldn't do you any good. Now answer my question. Have you ever seen a shark? Par nodded. A quick, nervous motion. Of course you have. You grew up by the sea. Now I find sharks incredibly interesting. You know why he waited for pars, head to shake before continuing water is the mother of all life. That's what the priests tell us. That everything good in the world crawled out of her and into the mud of Father Earth. Why do you think it is that the mother of all living keep something like sharks around now, according to my cousin and I believe him, he is the expert. After all, sharks are perfectly evolved predators. Have you seen those teeth, the rows of them, the way they always have a spare. Incredible. I think we can all learn something from sharks. You'll pulled small knife out of his belt and showed par. Par began to struggle again. As you'll took a step back and picked up pars bound feet. The man tried to kick butt yowls. Men, gwahl Inherent, stepped closer and held him still. Yeol took the sharp blade and cut a shallow line across the pad of the left foot. A slow trickle of blood welled up from the cut. He showed par the blade, a barely noticeable patch of red on the tip. I try to be like the shark. He tossed the knife over the edge and, with a flourish, revealed another blade identical to the first. You know what else I find incredible about sharks? He asked as he cut a line in the other foot. I have a hard time believing this, but like I said, my cousin is the expert. Apparently, a shark conspire a single drop of blood from a mile away. Can you imagine a mile of salt water and a single drop of this? He waved the blood tip knife in pars face a tiny drop splashed on the man's knows and it knows right where to go.