The Treasure of the Shark
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The Treasure of the Shark
By William W. Kelso
She raised her head and listened to the sounds of drunken revelry coming from the main chamber. She knew she was dying, the weeks of abuse at the hands of the pirates had left her body broken and battered, and she had lost track of how many times she had been raped and tortured. When the galleon she had been on had been captured and the crew slaughtered she had thought her end would come then, but the strangely gallant and kind captain of the pirate ship had spared her and made her his woman. Since she had been a slave; her Spanish master a cruel and vicious beast, she had welcomed the change in her life. But when the crew mutinied and killed the captain and those few loyal to him that had changed. They had resented his keeping her for himself, and made up for lost time as they had gang raped her again and again. But she had not been the reason for the mutiny; no, it had been for the treasure. First the Spanish had taken it from her once proud people and then the pirates had taken it from the Spanish. She had been a priestess to her gods, and as she died she called on them to curse the treasure, to make all those that coveted it pay for their greed, and her gods heard, and answered, her dying wish. As she breathed her last she smiled as the screams started.
At last, I thought, as I put on my dive suit and got the air tank ready. Two years of research had finally paid off; this had to be it this time! I was running out of money and time, and Betty was getting fed up with my 'wild ideas'. I hooked up the regulator and checked it, then did the same with her tank. If we were lucky I wanted her to be with me for the big moment when we found the treasure.
It had started two long years ago when I'd bought an odd lot of stuff at a local rummage sale. I bought the 'junk' for one thing, the old seaman's chest. The tarred canvas cover was mostly gone, but the brass tack patterns and wood body was sound, and to my surprise the interior was in pretty good shape even after having been used to store old preserve bottles for who knows how long. There was some worm damage, but just enough to give it character. I knew it was handmade, and at least a couple of hundred years old, give or take a few decades. Cleaned up and restored it would be worth a lot of money, but I intended it for my own collection. The inside had been relined in old newspapers several times over the years, and finally a coat of white paint. I very carefully steamed off the old papers; you never knew what you might find, and over a period of several days and many patient hours had managed to finally reach the original faded cloth lining. And that was when I found the map under the last layer of old paper in the lid. It was an Honest to God treasure map. At first I didn't pay much attention after I carefully freed the old parchment. It showed a large island, a smaller island, and had longitude and latitude written in the margin, along with the simple words, 'Here rest the treasure the Shark, 1764, B.S.'. Frankly I thought 'B.S.' stood for 'bullshit' at first. Then a few months later I was watching a history channel show about pirates, and they mentioned a ship named the 'Shark', captioned by one "Brian Simonton". There wasn't much in the show, just a brief mention that not much was known about the ship or the captain, but she was rumored to have taken a Spanish Galleon with a great treasure, and then disappeared without a trace, thought lost in a storm. The trunk had the initials "B.S." in brass tacks on the side, so I figured it was the trunk of the captain of the pirate ship, and the map might be real!
I knew the map was very old because of where I found it, and I knew a pirate ship called the Shark had existed, and that it and its treasure had been lost. Over the years many had looked for it, but none had found it, and some of the searchers had disappeared. The last fairly recently; a treasure hunter had claimed to have found the location about fifteen years ago, then disappeared without a trace. His boat was found drifting near Trinidad with no sign of foul play. And of course there was the "curse" that any who found the treasure would suffer a horrible fate, the results of a curse cast on the treasure, supposedly by one of the crew who was cheated out of his; some say her, fair share. One source claimed she was the captain's lover, and when the crew had mutinied she'd cursed them. But what was a treasure story without a curse?? And that was where I got my big break; the only name on the map was on the small island, it was labeled as "Goat Isle". I dug out a world map, and found "Goat Island' near Tobago, it all fit, even the longitude and latitude was close. The islands on the crude map didn't really look much like either of the modern islands, but it had to be the same ones. Nothing else fit, and it was near where the other treasure hunter had disappeared.
Slowly I became obsessed with the treasure, getting the map out and looking at it almost every day. I checked my research over and over, found every little scrap or legend about the 'Shark' and her captain that I could. I found out a fair amount actually, he was from Scotland, the 'Shark' was a brigantine that had originally been named the 'Martha Stone', and had been 'lost at sea', only to resurface as a pirate ship. She had supposedly captured; and sank, the Spanish Galleon "Señora de Misericordia", or 'Lady of Mercy". Evidently no mercy was shown to her crew as there were no known survivors. As usual the accepted fate of the pirates was they fought over the treasure, the survivors hid the treasure, then died without returning for it. Pirates pretty much seemed to have shit for luck. They might get rich, but seldom lived to spend their ill-gotten booty. So I eventually sold my business; and just about everything else, to pay for my 'treasure hunt'. My family and friends thought I was nuts, and the only one who stuck with me was my long time girlfriend Betty. I don't know why she did, but I loved her and she seemed to love me. If we found the treasure I planned on popping the question. But even she was getting a little fed up. With permission of the Tobagan government, which had taken forever and few bribes in the right places, I had been given a 'Salvage License' to look for the treasure. Frankly they thought I was nuts too, Goat Island had been gone over with a fine tooth comb over the years many times. But I knew something they didn't, the treasure wasn't on the island; or in the ocean around it, it was under it, in a sea cave. The map had shown the entrance near the lee shore. Or so I thought, and hoped.
So I spent over a year diving in the area, and explored several promising sea caves. Most were already known, but deserved another look, but so far, zilch. Then I decided to go a little deeper. The 'X' on the map (it really had one) had indicated the treasure cave was somewhere on the lee shore of the island. And if the entrance wasn't on land it made sense it was under the sea. How the pirates got to if it was under water never really occurred to me, I figured maybe the land sunk or there was more than one entrance. So I went deeper than I ever had before, and found several small openings. Most didn't go very far, or were pretty much just holes. But one went in farther than my remaining air supply allowed, and I could see it surfaced in a cave as I could see my light shining on the surface of the water above. But before I could surface I had to turn back. So today I had brought along extra tanks for myself and Betty. She wasn't quite as excited as I was, but liked to dive anyway, and enjoyed exploring sea caves. Like myself she liked the outdoors, and didn't mind getting sweaty or dirty. One of our favorite things was to take a long hot bath together after returning from a 'field trip' and make love in the tub or shower, it was great.
We double checked our gear, and rolled over the side of the boat. Usually we took along a local for a crew, but this time I'd decided we'd go it alone as we knew the area well enough. This was the last gasp, if we came up empty handed I'd accept the inevitable, and go back to selling insurance and she could start teaching again. The water was beautiful and clear, but since we were going pretty deep, and would be cave exploring, we had on full body suits and carried lights. The extra tanks didn't make much difference in the neutral buoyancy of the water, but were a little awkward. I quickly found the new cave, and we entered disturbing a few resting fish. The cave was fairly large, the floor sand and the sides made from water smoothed rock and coral. It was pretty typical. We moved quite a ways into it and just as the first air tanks were running low we reached the opening in the ceiling, and swimming up we surfaced in a large underground cavern. The water was still and placid, the air fresh and cool, and we swam over to a beach of pebbles and sand, and hauled ourselves out.
Since the air was so cool we kept our suits on and went exploring, ohing and awing as the natural cave was beautiful. It was low tide and quite a bit of the cave was dry, but it was also evident quite a bit was dry all year round from the water level marks. We dragged our gear above the high water mark, and popping glow sticks to mark the spot we used our main lights and went deeper into the cave, it was huge. There was a channel, with only a few inches of water in it now, which went back even further. We splashed down it and entered a large chamber; crabs scuttling out of the way waving their claws in agitation at our intrusion into their domain, waded through a shallow pool a few inches deep, and climbed up a sloping beach to find a large flat area, and heaped everywhere were gold bars, chests of coins and jewelry, god statues I recognized as Incan or Aztec, kegs of silver reales, and much more. We stood with our mouths open as our lights played over the incredible sight, then hugged each other and squealed like little girls, and then had a nice long kiss. We'd found it, the treasure of the Shark, it was real! I'd been right!
We'd brought an ample supply of glow sticks, and scattered them around the area at regular intervals, and their light reflecting off the walls of the cave was sufficient to provide good; if eerie looking, light, reflections from the surface of the water making the walls and ceiling of the cave look almost liquid themselves. I explored a side passage which showed signs of use, such as soot from torches on the ceiling, but it had collapsed a short distance in, which to me explained why no one had been able to come back for the treasure. In a small side chamber we made a gruesome find, a human skeleton chained to the wall, and from the rotted remains of clothes it had been a woman. The captain's wife, or consort, who knows? Having explored the environs we started to take a closer look at the unbelievable treasure that would make us millionaires who knew how many times over, when Betty called out,
"Hey honey, take a look at this."
She'd found a dive tank with regulator and vest, as well as a light with the batteries badly corroded, and was holding up pieces of a wet suit. It looked like it had been there for awhile, but not all that long.
"You figure it belonged to that guy who went missing, you know, what's his name?"
"Colin Bradshaw, I replied, yeah , it could be his. I wonder what happened; we didn't see any other bodies or skeletons, just that poor woman's."
"Maybe he ran out of air, and tried to swim out anyway. Of fell and couldn't get out."
"Kind of doubt that, I said, the tank still has plenty of air in it, and if he got hurt we'd have found his body. I guess the tide could have washed it out to sea though, or the crabs ate it. Poor bastard, to find all of this, and then go missing. Maybe the curse got him! Owoooo! Boogie-boogie!"
"Well, bad for him, good for us. Betty said, then squealed, stop it, what are you doing!! Stop that!!"
"I wants me some ill-gotten booty, Arrrrrrrr matey! I said in my corniest pirate accent as I tried to grab her butt, I wants YOUR booty wench, say's I! Arrrrrr! Gimme gimme!"
"Eeeeek, get away from me you scalawag! Parley! Parley! Help, pervert pirate!" Betty shrieked as I chased her around the cave leering and drooling.
"Awwkkk! Polly wants a smooch!" I squawked, and then I caught her and gave her a big hug and kiss. "Will you marry me?" I asked.
"You or the parrot?" she teased.
So I leered and said, "Both me lovely trollop, Arrrr, the bird likes booty too!"
"I'll take the bird, she said, he's got better manners!" It took several more 'smooches' before she finally said "Yes".
I gave a loud "Yeeee-haawwww!" and did an impromptu sailor's jig that made her crackup when I tripped over the air tank and had a nasty fall, but the only thing hurt was my pride.
Then it was time to look at the goodies. I was singing "Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest", and waving an old bottle I'd found, which I thought was appropriate, but shut up when she told me too. No appreciation for background ambience, I guess.
"How will we get all of this out of here?" She asked in awe, holding up a handful of uncut emeralds. "There's no way we can do it underwater!"
"We'll have to have the old cave-in cleared away, if possible, I replied. If we have to we can take it out by sea, but that would take forever. Main thing is we've got to keep this quiet, don't want any modern pirates showing up to claim jump us. I don't even trust the so-called local government."
"I don't think its called claim jumping at sea, she said, and yeah, the local yokels are a bunch of dillweeds."
"What the Hell is a dillweed anyway?" I asked.
"Hell if I know, I learned it from you!" She said.
"Oh yeah, right." I replied, what the Hell IS a dillweed, I wondered. Another mystery to be solved.
We spent almost an hour looking through the piles of treasure, showing one another finds, comparing the sizes of the gems we found, handling weird looking statues that stared back with eyes of inlaid turquoise or shell, running gold doubloons and silver reale's through our fingers, the dull clink of the coins mesmerizing. But finally I looked at my watch, and it was time to go, we needed to beat the tide.
"Come on, I said, lets pick out a few of the better pieces and get out of here for now. We need to decide what we're going to do." Then I paused to wipe my face, surprised I was sweating considering how cool the cave was.
Betty suddenly sat down and gave a low moan, and concerned I went over to her side.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Just some cramps, she said, nothing bad. Hope that tuna sandwich wasn't going bad. Hate to get sick down here."
Come to think of it I was starting to feel pretty crummy myself, my stomach churning unpleasantly, and I heard it gurgle.
"Crap, I said, I think maybe it was, I'm starting to feel pretty lousy too, my stomach is growling like crazy, and I'm burning up."
"We might have to wait awhile, Betty said, if we try swimming while we're sick it might make it worse, and I don't know what decompression will do to us."
I bent over and burped as a really bad spasm hit my bowels, and said, "You're probably right. I think I'm going to puke any second, and can't do that with a mouthpiece and wearing a mask.
"I need to, erp, go to the bathroom, right NOW!" Betty said, and pushed past me to find a private spot.
I didn't pay much attention, I'd been fighting to keep from getting sick, but now had no choice but to bend over and puke, violently ill. Oh God, that's nasty! My puke was full of what was left of lunch, and a nasty looking green gunk that stank. The smell made me puke again, and again, and then there was nothing left to puke up. I sat down on a rock, bent over and holding my aching guts. I felt like I'd been sucker punched in the stomach. Oh God, I hope it's not salmonella poisoning, or worse! I had broken out in a cold sweat and my skin was itching and burning under the wet suit like I was breaking out in a rash. I felt like shit. And I'd heard Betty heaving too, but she was quiet now. Hopefully that was the worst of it, I thought, I did feel a little bit better now that my stomach was empty.
I sat there for awhile holding my churning stomach, hoping I wouldn't get sick again, when I realized Betty had said something to me. She spoke again, louder, and I raised my head, sweat dripping from my face, and said,
"What did you say? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"Tony, something's wrong, Betty said in a confused sounding voice, I, I, don't know what's happening!?"
"What is it honey?" I asked, and then groaned as my stomach lurched again.
"I don't KNOW!" She replied, something's WRONG!"
I looked up and saw her walking towards me, and blinked. She was naked except for the t-shirt she'd worn under the wet suit. Normally such a sight would have really turned me on, but I was too sick to even care about a pretty, almost naked, woman.
"Tony, there's something wrong with my, my pussy!" Betty moaned, walking with her legs clenched together like she had to take a pee.
No there's not, I thought, it's a very nice pussy, as I well knew, but I didn't say that out loud. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm, I'm leaking something, and my skin, it's, it looks weird!" Betty said.
"Let me see", I said.
She gave me an embarrassed, but very worried look.
"Look, I said, it's not like I haven't seen it before, and if you're sick or hurt I need to take a look."
"OK Tony", she said, and came closer.
She stood in front of me, and I took a look, and something WAS wrong. Green ooze was leaking from her nether lips, and it looked and smelled pretty much like the stuff I'd puked up. And the skin of her crotch and on her thighs looked pale, grayish white, and touching it I found it was surprisingly rough in texture, almost like sandpaper.
"I think it might be some kind of rash from the suit", I said, but it sure was weird looking for a rash. I reached up to touch the skin around her sex again, and froze and stared at my hand in confusion. It only had three fingers; the two smallest ones had grown together!
"Jesus Christ! I said, my hands!" It was the same with my other hand!
Betty looked at my hands, then looked at hers, and squealed, "Me too!"
And as I examined them I realized with horror that flaps of skin were growing between my other fingers and thumb, it almost looked like I was wearing mittens now, and my skin was taking on a grayish-blue tint. And the damn burning and itching was driving me crazy! With a gasp of pain I bent over as my stomach heaved again, and just managed to undo the zipper of my suit before my hands became useless, my fingers melding into a flat pointed stub, and my wrist was gone too. I looked up at Betty who was looking at her own hands; and now arms as well, as they changed.
"Tony, I'm scared, Betty moaned, it hurts!"
And it did hurt; every joint and bone in my body hurt now, a dull throbbing ache that left me feeling weak and horribly sick. My wet suit was driving me crazy, it was getting way too tight around my crotch and waist and starting to dig into my body, so frantically I pushed at it with my weird paddle shaped stubs, and finally managed to slide it down past my waist, and kicked it off. Much better!
"TONY! Betty screamed, my legs, my legs are growing together, and my pussy, Oh my God!"
I looked up and she was sitting down rubbing her legs with her now shorter and even flatter looking arms, grey colored up to her shoulders now. I crawled over and she was right, a flap of skin had formed from her crotch down to her knees, slowly drawing her legs together, and her mound and pubic thatch were gone, only a rubbery looking slit remained, and growing to either side were ridges of some kind. She suddenly leaned over and managed to pull off her dive boots, and her toes had grown together!
I felt a sudden throbbing ache growing in my own crotch, and standing up pulled down my bathing suit and gave a terrified yell as I saw a flap of skin was forming between my own legs as they grew together, and my penis and balls were pulling into my body, my balls only faint fading bulges, and my penis was changing shape!! Weird and alien looking as it pulsed and throbbed, painfully erect, and my crotch and thighs were covered in the same pale grey rough textured skin, and the same strange ridges were growing on my legs, and two tube like things had sprouted from my thighs flanking the slit my penis now jutted from. I slid my suit all way off, and managed to get off my dive boots too, but it was hard as my arms had become almost useless flapping paddles. And my toes had grown together too!
"Tony, Betty screamed, these are FINS!!" As she flapped what used to be her arms.
With a start I realized she was right, our arms were turning into fins, and those ridges on my thighs were now much more developed, and they were fins too! My legs were now joined past my knees, and another pair of fins were starting to grow lower down! I felt my spine suddenly ripple and heard it cracking, and bent over as I felt it shift inside of me, changing its shape and location, and also felt a dull ache in the middle of my back.
"Tony, sobbed Betty, you're, you're growing a dorsal fin on your back!!
I looked at her as I managed to sit up, and she was sitting on her rear looking at her legs which were now joined to the ankles, her feet starting to flatten and lengthen, and the outline of her legs was still visible under her new rubbery looking skin. She also had another pair of fins joining the first pair growing on the underside of her legs, and the skin on the underside of her legs and chest was a pale grey color and her nipples had faded to mere shadows as the strange rough skin spread over them.
I felt a horrible, irresistible, lust growing in my strange new genitals, and with a grunt pulled myself towards Betty. She knew what I wanted, what I needed, and she needed it too, and with a moan rolled over on her back and I dragged myself on top of her and positioning myself mounted her, and it felt so strange, so wrong, but so incredibly pleasurable. And as I fucked her I felt the changes speeding up, and realized what we were doing was the worst thing possible as it only stimulated the horrible transformations into something inhuman. But we were powerless to stop, and I ground myself against her as she writhed underneath me, both of us groaning and sobbing from the horrible unwanted pleasure, an intensely agonizing ecstasy that was unlike anything either of us had ever felt before, and as I climaxed we both screamed from the explosive release, our bodies quivering and shuddering. Then as I pulled out of her and rolled on my side gasping and panting I looked down to watch as my strange and alien penis pulled into a slit that looked something like a pussy, but I could still feel it, inside of me now.
"I'm..." I tried to talk, to apologize for the brutal way I had taken her, like an animal, only to bend over and gasp as another agonizing convulsion racked my body.
"Tony, she sobbed, what's happening, we're turning into FISH!"
"No, I gasped, recognizing the coarse textured skin now covering most of my body, sharks, we're turning into sharks!!"
She rolled over on her belly, her arms which were now pectoral fins slapping at the ground uselessly, the change speeding up as her body swelled and became more tubular, the grey and lighter gray skins spread to her face, and I saw she also had a well developed dorsal fin on her back , and I noticed another smaller fin farther down her back. I took a deep breath and realized it was getting hard to breath, and a sudden pain moved into my jaws and with a retching sound I spit out...teeth! I rang my tongue over my jaws, and could feel new teeth, razor sharp teeth that cut my tongue. I looked at Betty and she was more Shark then human now, her facial features starting to distort and her hair falling out, and from the shoulders down her body was unrecognizable as human, her feet now flattened and quickly becoming a tail fin.
"Tony,urrggg, it hurts!!" She squealed, teeth and blood spitting from her mouth.
I opened my mouth wide, gasping for breath, "Betty, we have to get to the water!" I gasped, my voice sounding strange and hollow.
"Tonyyyyy, ullllgggg make it stop!" Betty shrieked as her jaws began to push out as her head flattened, razor sharp teeth visible in her now much wider mouth, her lips stretched into thin fading lines.
"I'm sorry Betty, uuulp, I gasped, desperate for air as gill slits started forming on my stretching thickening neck, it's the curse, the curse of the Shark! We, uggghhh, have to get to, errrgggg, the water!!"
"Tooonnnyyy, ugghh, errrgggg, gak! Betty squealed, her mouth gaping as she sucked at the air, and I could see her gills forming, slits opening on the sides of her neck as her shoulders disappeared and her head grew ever larger and longer.
My body felt heavy and awkward, and so horribly alien, my own weight slowly suffocating me. By thrashing and writhing I managed to slowly flop and roll down the slope of the cave floor until I fell off the ledge and into about a foot of water, and with another powerful thrash of my tail managed to roll onto my stomach. Betty, I thought, where was she?? I tried to call her name, but my gaping mouth only made a croaking sound. I looked down the length of my snout and whipped my tail back forth, trying to swim, to push water through my gills, but only splashed around helplessly. I tried to feel my arms or legs, but there was nothing, only my fins slapping at the water as my tail thrashed uselessly.
Suddenly there was a big splash not far in front of me as a large shark fell into the water, and with a convulsion rolled upright, its head only a couple of feet from my own. I knew it was Betty, but there was nothing human left except for her eyes, which starred at me in utter terror, and I knew mine showed the same emotion. Her large jaws gaped revealing several rows of razor sharp fangs, her mouth working like a bellows sucking air and what water she could through her gills. She thrashed some, but was as helpless as I was, unable to even coordinate the movements of our horrible new bodies. I tried to talk, to tell her I was sorry, that I loved her, but couldn't even croak now, my vocal cords gone with the rest of my humanity. We're going to suffocate I thought, but then realized the water in the pool was slowly rising, and we were now below the high water mark. If we could only last another half an hour!! But my gills burned for air, and my heavy body felt like it was crushing itself under its own weight, but the water level was slowly rising, lapping just below my eyes now and it was starting to circulate through my gills, the relief incredible as the cool water relieved the horrible suffocating feeling. It was now evident we wouldn't die after all, but I had mixed feelings. It might be better to die then to live like...this.
I realized in growing horror that Betty's eyes were changing now, slowly losing their bright blue color and becoming cold emotionless dirty white and black orbs, and knew the same was happening to me. And I could feel my mind starting to change as well, new thoughts and needs flooding it, instincts kicking in as I slowly began to feel comfortable in my new body, and thrashing my tail some more managed to move a few feet, the water almost deep enough to swim in now. But the true horror was I could feel my human mind fading, my awareness receding as my mind became more and more primitive, it's needs much simpler and few. I fought it as hard as I could, desperately trying to hold onto some memory of being ME, and though Betty's eyes were completely inhuman now I knew she was fighting the same battle, and losing. More and more I was becoming a shark in mind as well as body, an all consuming hunger taking precedence over everything else, my empty belly aching to be filled with sweet raw flesh. I stared at Betty with my cold soulless eyes, the sight of her my last link to my humanity, and some part of me realized how beautiful she was, her torpedo shaped body sleek and graceful.
She suddenly gave a powerful sweep of her tail, and slid into deeper water, her dorsal fin cutting smoothly through the surface. Panicking; not wanting to be left alone, I gave a several powerful sweeps of my own tail, and reaching the deeper part of the pool followed the female as she swam down the channel and into the main chamber, then dove towards the bottom and disappeared into the underwater cave, with me close behind, and despite the dark of the cave I knew exactly where she was. I could smell her somehow, and sense her location from vibrations in the water. We exited the cave, and she headed for the surface and I was close behind. Curiously we circled something floating on the surface, and I had a nagging feeling I should know what it was, but the strange feeling of recognition faded and with flips of our tails we headed for the reef to hunt, an intense hunger taking precedence over all other considerations, a hunger more intense than anything I had ever known, but it felt normal, felt right. It was time to feed.
Before we reached the reef we both suddenly turned in the same direction at the same time as a scent reached us, and with it a call, there was food, come! With powerful sweeps of our tails we shot through the water at incredible speeds until we reached the source of that irresistible call. The huge carcass of a whale floated in the depths surrounded by hundreds of feeding sharks and other fish, a churning maelstrom of primal hunger, a feeding frenzy. And our fellow sharks called to us, join us sister, join us brother, there is meat for all! And we joined in the dancing twisting frenzy of bloody and brutal horror, grabbing the carcass in our jaws and thrashing violently as we ripping off huge chunks of rubbery flesh which we swallowed whole, our bodies rubbing sensuously against other sharks, the sheer intensity of that communal feeding almost orgasmic. And we ate until we could eat no more, and finally sated swam slowly away to circle lazily, our hunger satisfied, for now. And somehow, out of all the other sharks, I found her. I swam next to her, our eyes staring into one another's, and some small part of us still knew we had once been different. I moved in closer, rubbing my body against hers, now that one hunger had been satisfied there was another.
She turned towards shore and I followed close behind, watching her sleek body as it cut effortlessly through the water, the perfect killing machine, beautiful. We soon reached warmer shallower water, and entered a small bay where other sharks had already gathered. She was approached by other males, but we drove them off as she wanted only me for her mate. Then she drifted to the bottom of the shallow water and waited, and quickly I grabbed her in my jaws and flipped her on her back, and grinding my body against hers I penetrated her and we writhed together, my tail thrashing as I clasped her tightly, both our jaws open in silent screams of intense agonizing ecstasy as I filled her with my seed. Then we separated and I kept watch for other males as she rested before our next coupling. Finally satiated we moved back into deeper water, and found a cave in which to sleep for awhile, our bodies brushing against one another as we kept our place in the gentle current.
We explored our wonderful new world of incredible beauty and danger, but there were few things that could threaten us, we were the ultimate predator. We came to 'know' the other local sharks, and sometimes joined them in a feeding frenzy, or just to swim in lazy circles as we greeted one another and saw old 'friends' again. They seemed to know we were somehow a little different, but greeted and welcomed us without question. And when a 'friend' would disappear for good we would 'grieve' in our own way, missing their scent in the water, their company as we swam through our liquid world.
We're happy now, that's all I can say, with no real memory of what we used to be anymore. Occasionally we'll encounter divers on the reef, and circle them curiously as faint memories awaken, but soon lose interest and swim away, much to the relief of the divers. But unlike other sharks we are a mated pair, and never venture far from one another. I returned with her to the same shallow bay where we had mated when she gave birth, and then returned to the depths we called home leaving our young to fend for themselves in the way of our kind. And we mate out of season, both of us wanting that incredible agonizing ecstasy, that much of our human desires remaining intact. And so we live our simple lives, feeding and coupling, and somehow we know it will be for a very long time, which is fine so long as we have one another, happy and content so long as we are together. And the treasure waits for its next unsuspecting victims, to change them, body, mind, and soul.
The End
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