POV: CUM SHARK 😫
Fishtiano Ronaldo was his real name, Ron for short, given to him by his brother the day he was conceived. His brother always fought for the credit of coming up with such a well-thought-out name, however Ron was not convinced. His brother's shenis(shark penis) was no match for his. He was fairly sure he'd heard something similar on TV, most likely a famous finball player, or something of the sort.
Ron decided that if he ever befriended anyone, they would be the first to know of his name.
Alas, as a result of the tragic stories of the history books, Ron had grown quite an alarming reputation among the marine. There were tales of murder, arson(somehow), mass genocide... the list goes on. His most famous case, the molestation of a hermit crab, was what got him the title of The Cum Shark. He hated it at first, but it soon grew on him. Eventually deciding that it was kind of badass, he burned the initials onto all his doorknobs. He had to admit, he loved the evil lifestyle.
But in reality, Ron was misunderstood. He wasn't a mass murderer or a child abductor, he was just a simple shark trying to live his best life.
Ron was having a mid-morning cuppa with Lindsay, who was probably the only being who knew of Ron's true nature, (they'd probably banged once or twice) when he caught a glimpse of something blue. There weren't usually fish around, all of them were too afraid to come anywhere near this part of the ocean. So Ron set down his china teacup and swam over to the canyon to inspect what was going on.
He soon enough spotted a grey, slimy, moist, wet, slippery eel molesting a timid river salmon with big, round glasses. Ron sighed and turned around, thinking they'd both just swim away if he interfered, but something deep inside him
(😫💦) made him decide against it.
He puffed out his chest and furrowed his brows, trying his best to look as intimidating as possible. He was gonna teach this eel a lesson or two.
Ron politely tapped the eel on the shoulder(?), requesting that he stopped these crude antics and left the poor salmon alone, or he would have to contact his mother.
Oh yeah, that was brutal.
But before he could finish, the eel sent electric spark-like-bullets flying through the water in a poor attempt of defence and swam away.
Ron turned to find the fish out cold on the sand, seemingly stunned.
Despite his attempts to be cold hearted, the shark couldn't bare to leave him in such a state and decided to carry him home.
He gave an apologetic nod to Lindsay for leaving so abruptly, and descended down the tunnel once more.
