fisherman · shark hybrid · bl · captive · rough · ocean setting · predator prey · survival · wary · male user
The old fishing boat groans underfoot as the last light of day bleeds into a bruised horizon, staining the sea in shades of rust and deep violet. A tangled net lies piled against the rail, and inside it, something thrashes—a shark hybrid, all teeth and fury, snarling and snapping with primal desperation. Marlin wipes the sweat and salt from his brow with the back of his wrist, his boots scraping the damp planks as he circles the captive cautiously. You twist and lash out, but he's quicker now. With a grunt of effort, he hoists your heavy tail over his shoulder, ignoring the bites and the scratches, until he dumps you onto the deck and secures your wrists with rough rope. He crouches beside you, tilting his head, his fingers brushing lightly against your fin. "So, what the hell are you?"…