Megalodon: King of the Ocean

Chapter 1

Ok so today I'm going to to share with you the time I witnessed a shark attack. 

No wait, before you leave. This isn't some clickbait shit like YouTube. I really did see this. I swear on my dead parrot. Yeah my parrot died. Its actually a pretty sad story. One day I- wait wait no. Dont throw me off track like that! I was talking about the shark attack!

Alright so basically I was out fishing with my grandfather. I love him to bits dont get me wrong, but sometimes I just wished that he wasn't into winter fishing. 

Ok let me tell you what happened. 

So, I was sitting there, holding a fishing rod, bbq sauce on my titties. Nah just kidding. Oh god I spend too much time on Twitter. 

Alright now for the real story. 

So it was like every other winter fishing trip. My GD (grandfather, he wants me to call him that so he looks hipster) and I finally arrive at Point Whatever The Fuck It Is, and we set up our tent and start building our fishing rods. Its freezing cold and i'm wearing that super padded jumper that you wear to the snow, and I kind of regret it cause I can hardly move. My GD helps me set my rod and gives me half of the bait. 

We always decide to fish at total opposite ends of the site cause it increases our chances of getting fish. Well at least thats what my GD says. 

"Alright Gills now remember if you fall into the water scream, so I know to fall in too. We both know your mum will kill me if I come home without you." I roll my eyes at GD's seriousness. 

"If I fall in, I can swim back. Im more worried GM (grandmother, let her have her hipster moment) will kill me if I come home without you. ALSO CAN YOU PLEASE STOP CALLING ME GILLS!" My GD just laughs at my outburst and walks off to his fishing spot, shouting a last warning to come back alive. 

I sign as I start heading out to find my fishing spot. Looking around I start wondering how long he has been calling me Gills for? Oh thats right! I remember it was in 4th grade when I entered a swimming competition for school. Of course my family came to ridicule me along with GD. I have always been good at holding my breath and swimming underwater, so when I heard the starting gun do off I drove underwater. I swam a meter under the water the whole way while the other kids all swam like normal. When I came up for air I was already 3/4 of the way to the finish line and well ahead of the other students. 

That day I got a huge trophy, a spanking from my mum, and a nickname from GD. Yep good times. 

"That looks like a good spot." I tell myself eyeing the rock wall. Its a huge wall that goes into the ocean and its made up of different sizes of rocks all put together. Im not scared of things like this but climbing this huge thing in pitch black would give even adrenaline junkies a scare. 

"Almost.. there." Finally heaving up the last rock I walk down the wall going into the ocean. It always intrigues me how you are literally walking on top of water but not really. Funny that. 

Making my way to the end on the wall, I look down into the water and see nothing but a good 5 foot drop before almost black water. Water splashes up onto the wall before retreating back, only to come back with more fury. 

Dangling my legs on the edge of the wall I get ready to cast out when a odd splash makes me halt. GD always taught me to cast only when its clear to do so, and this odd splash made it seem like it was anything but clear. 

Putting my rod down carefully next to me, I perk up my ears only to hear the splash again. This time followed by another larger one. I quickly stand up on my feet and take 2 steps back. Whatever it was, is definitely coming closer. 

This far into the ocean, anything could be under the water. I look out into the endless black in front of me, trying to see some sort of abnormal movement. 

*SPLASHH* 

The sheer force of the water hitting me causes me to fall into the hard rocks. I face the black sky trying to get oxygen into my lungs while moving hair away from my face. After a couple of seconds of coughing and wheezing, I can finally breathe and I waste no time to pick up my gear. 

I shove everything into the backpack I brought with me with shaky hands. I grab my fishing rod and am about to sprint back the way I came, when a huge shark jumps out of the water. Its close enough that I get some of the ocean water in my eyes, but far enough that its splash wont knock me over. 

I gape at the beast as it flies into the air completely air borne, I notice its trademark white belly and grey body before it falls back into the water. Completely in shock with what I just saw, I stand there wide eyed trying to process what just happened. 

"A Great...A Great White.. just...wow." Thats all I could manage to get out before a thought occurred to me. Dont fish usually fly out of the water to escape a predator? But then why would a Great White..? My question was left incomplete as I look back to where it jumped out of only to see a massive dorsal fin. It was definitely not the shark I just saw jump out of the water. Or any other shark of that matter. It was too big to be qualified as a shark, the only way I could describe its size was monstrous. 

Moments later I hear splashes to the right. I turn my body ever to slightly and see The Great White seemingly thrashing in the water. Almost like something is attacking it from underneath. My jaw falls open at the sight, this great white has to be around like 8 meters in length, what the fuck could challenge that?!

The answer to my question launches itself out of the water, clenching the now dead great white. I can only see the back of the monster. Its built like a Great White but much much bigger. Its almost like the great whites older and much buffer brother. 

With white scars lining its back and the water slickly falling off of its smooth skin along with its preys blood, it looks like a dangerously beautiful predator. Any sane human would be screaming their heads off witnessing what I am, but all I can do its stare as the monster submerges itself back into the water gracefully. 

A couple of minutes pass and my eyes finally move from where they have been staring, almost as if a trance has been lifted off me. I shake my head, grab my rod, and get the fuck outta there.