Shark Bay A novel

Shark Bay is a place in New York where deadly creatures roam in the vast ocean. When Peter Daniels, a young sailor, investigates several deaths, he is focused on catching the head shark before its too late.

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2. Shark Bay-Part Two

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Section 2

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​The shark moved along Ellis Island. It had known fear in the human's faces. It circled the area between New Jersey, and Fort Gibson. Nearby was the Ellis Island Naval Academy home of American sailors. It was considered their home base when they were just outside the city that never sleeps. The shark swallowed a lot of salty water in its huge mouth. Its razor teeth gnashed as it swam at seventy miles an hour towards the ferry that connected New York to Ellis Island. Suddenly it focused on the ferry itself...and headed towards it due to the loud sounds that the ocean water emitted when the shark moved towards it, eager to attack again.

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Silvio De' Santos, Jr., an Italian-American sailor, twenty, gazed out of the ​Apollo III​ ship. He was nervous since he was in New York waters. The talk of a massive shark bothered him. His Grandfather, Elian De' Santos, eighty, knew about sharks. He remembered the time in nineteen forty, when he saw three Nurse sharks circling in the water during World War II. "​Be careful of them, Silvio. They bite!​". And, thinking of the sharks, he shivered. He glanced at Fred Night, his best friend. "Tomorrow is another day", he said. And, as he said that, he knew that the terror of yesterday afternoon was blocked from his mind.

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Stephen Royce was drinking beer when her saw Andrea Gorman. "Come on! Have a drink!", he said. She smiled at him. "No; no! I want to be sober". He sighed. He finished his beer. Then he saw the ​Apollo III ship. Before Stephen could do anything, Andrea was in the deep water. "Aren't you coming in?", she asked him. "Yes", he said. As he did so, he sensed something was unnerving him. But he couldn't explain it away. He waded in the water. He then kissed her. Suddenly the shark moved towards them. It opened its huge mouth. Then it bit into Stephen's right thigh with its sharp teeth. Then, before he could scream in fear, the shark dragged him into the dark waters off the New York coast line...leaving Andrea alone in the gloom.

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Maddie Thomason gazed at Rodrigo Sanchez. "You've not done your homework", she said. He glanced at her. He spoke in Spanish. "I don't care for school; I care for me, Maddie". He had long, black hair, brown eyes, and tall. He wore a black shirt, brown trousers, a black belt, brown socks, and black, dusty, shoes on his feet. He was wearing a silver ring on his left hand; he wore another silver watch on his right hand. At eighteen, Rodrigo was in his last year at Shark Bay High School. The gang violence that dominated Los Angeles, had spread to New York. Because of the Zero Tolerance Policy of the late 1980's, the city police had taken control of the place, especially Shark Bay. Rodrigo wanted to continue the fight. He had saved up $50,000 to go to Los Angeles. It was a dream; a massive dream. "Just show me the work. And you can leave". Rodrigo shook his head. "Fine. After I do this, I'm out of Shark Bay...and heading to the New York airport...and then onto Los Angeles". He smiled at her. Maddie was unnerved. She attended to the other twenty-four students, and concentrated on her files that were on her light brown desk that was in the middle of the spacious classroom.

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​The Risen​ boat was near Liberty Island. Carole stared at the vast ocean. "We're alone", she said. Matt was wearing a black wet suit. He put on his black flippers on his huge feet. "I'll just go down two hundred meters. Maybe you can see me. I'll be breathing with my snorkel". He waved at Carole. He jumped into the deep waters. Once he was one hundred meters downward, he saw several other small sharks swimming towards him. Two moray eels came out of the deep caverns to his left; two sea horses were in the sea to the right. Matt swam deeper to two hundred meters. Suddenly, he noticed three dolphins scatter in fear. "What's going on, Matt?", Carole asked him. "I'm near Sheer's Falls. It's the home of abandoned ships from World War I and World War II; the ships were allegedly broken in half in the cold winter of 1946 and 1947, several years after the second war ended". Carole nodded. She was about to say something else when the huge shark moved towards Matt. Matt screamed, as the shark's massive mouth opened up. It bared its sharp teeth...and came downward towards Matt's left thigh. Blood spilled, as his body drifted into the depths of the ocean...leaving Carole to scream. She took control of the boat by holding onto the black wheel; she then headed to the Lighthouse near Shark's Bay. By three o'clock PM, the mid-afternoon coldness caused Carole to shiver. Once she reached the shore, she yelled for help...and waited to be rescued.

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Diego Sanchez watched the ocean. He was concerned that Fletcher and Sara would go too far near the marina. He was on the bow of The ​Shallows III ​ship. By four-thirty PM, Fletcher took control. He headed past Ellis Island; he saw the entrance to Liberty Island. "There's been reports of a giant shark nearby. Possibly a Great White", Fletcher said. "We have to tell the Shark Bay Port Authority", Sara said. She heard the sound of the sonar machine beeping; she waited anxiously, as she wondered whether she would dive. Diego kept an eye on the ocean's water near New York, and New Jersey. "We have an hour and a half before night fall". Fletcher nodded. He was used to the idea that going out in the afternoon was fraught with dangers. The sun light was darkening. He would use the bright lights that was on board to illuminate the ship during late night diving. "The fact is that sharks are three to ten feet in length; sharks that are bigger than that are terrifying", Fletcher said. He heard more beeping. He saw several boats in the area. And ships. Diego watched the Lighthouse. "Earl Schofield is the Lighthouse keeper. He should be on the job", he said. Sara nodded. Suddenly a woman was walking towards the grey rail of the Lighthouse. She had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and petite. She was wearing a red dress. The cold weather caused her to be shivering. "Christine, wear something warm", Earl said. She walked away from the rail, then she headed below decks towards the sleeping quarters. Earl scanned the ocean. Suddenly he saw The Shallows III​ ship. "Stop!", Fletcher said. He saw Earl. "Be careful son!", he ordered. Fletcher dropped the huge anchor that was attached to brown coloured rafters that were in the deep. When he was finished, he spoke: "There's some shark activity around Shark Bay. We're warning everyone in the area. I'm Fletcher. This is my girlfriend Sara, and Diego, a crew member". Earl smiled. "I'm Earl. Christine is my wife. She's twenty years' younger than I am since my first wife, Edna, died from ovarian cancer in the hot, June, night in 1999. She was sixty. I met Christine at a sea function in 2013. She's forty-one. I'm sixty-three. I didn't think that I'd love another woman again. Anyway, hop on board". Fletcher, Sara, and Diego headed up the stone steps that led to the top of the old Lighthouse; the huge lights weren't turned on-yet. Christine walked towards them. She wore a red shirt, blue jeans, a black belt, grey socks, and black shoes on her small feet. On her right, middle finger was a diamond wedding ring; on her left, middle finger was a silver Rolex watch. "Hello. I didn't think we'd meet anyone at sea". She stared at the other ship. "I'm Fletcher. This is Sara, and Diego. I'm the Captain. Apparently there's a massive shark nearby that's hurt local divers. We came to warn you", Fletcher said. Christine shuddered. "How big?", she asked him. "Thirty-five, forty meters long", Sara answered her. "You're not serious", she said. "No; no. We'll call Harold Snell, the Shark Bay Harbourmaster". And, as they discussed the shark situation, the late afternoon sun drifted away from the clouds, and vanished in a matter of seconds.

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The Shark heard the sounds. It had waited a long time to hunt for food. It saw a whale near Shark Bay. It moved at one hundred miles per hour in the vast water; its black eyes sensed the animal was nearby. It opened its huge mouth, and fed on its prize. Once its ravenous hunger was sated, it swam towards Upper New York Bay; its eyes focused on the ferry that carried fifty passengers. For now, it didn't want to eat. It swam in the ocean towards Ellis Island, just as the darkness consumed it.

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Rodrigo headed to the ferry at six o'clock PM. He was nervous. He didn't want to be too late. He saw Harold Snell blow the silver whistle. He took out his ticket for hour-long trip to JFK International Airport. He relaxed for the first time since yesterday when he decided to leave his home for the final time. He saw couples kissing; he saw people staring at the blue ocean. He didn't have time for his family. As the ferry left on time, Rodrigo felt safe. He was free! Or, more to the point, free of death. And, for him, death was miles away in New Jersey. By seven o'clock PM, the ferry arrived on time. Rodrigo smiled at the other forty-nine passengers. Then, as he walked down the long bridge, he gripped his luggage in his strong hands, then hailed a taxi to take him to JFK International Airport. And once he was there, he'd go on board American Airlines 747 to Los Angeles, where his future was up to him to savour as Christmas was about to arrive.

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Maggie Schwartz sipped her sparkling champagne. She was President of the ​Shark Bay Welcoming Committee Group​, a non-profit organization that kept the place thrive. She wiped away the black curls of her cut hair. Her hazel eyes focused on Debra Host, the Vice-President. Debra, who was wearing a fancy red evening dress, smiled at her. "Everyone's coming to the 2017 Fundraising Event. We should have the Internet feed on Facebook soon". Maggie grinned. "Where's Horst van Deere?", she asked her. "He's in Norway on a whale and shark expedition", Debra answered. "Norway. I had his E-mail address on my tablet. Whales are on the endangered list. Sharks on the other hand are rogues", Debra said. "Rogues! There's no rogue sharks in Shark Bay", Maggie said. And, as they prepared for the Gala Dinner Event, they smiled uneasily while the terror continued to cast a dark shadow over everyone.

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Norway, 3:00 AM.

Horst van Deere was forty-eight years old. He was asleep in his cheap motel when thunder boomed outside his room; he was shaken by the ferocity of the loud booming. He frowned. Suddenly his I-phone rang. "Horst! Who is this? It's three in the morning", he said angrily. "It's Maggie. There's been a huge shark that's roaming Shark Bay, near Ellis Island, and New Jersey...and New York...according to the ​Shark Bay news app​". He flicked on the lamp light on with his right hand; he heard the loud sounds of lightning flashing out of the cheap windows. "I'll come there tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock AM. Good night, Maggie". And he pressed the END CALL button, and slept soundly for the rest of the morning in Europe.

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Shark Bay; 9:30 PM.

Near Ellis Island

Frank Zachariah swam out into the freezing waters. He wasn't flustered by the talk of killer sharks. He had read a lot of books on the subject; he was sensing his tired feet as he headed towards the old Lighthouse. The sharp rocks were nearby; the rocks were part of Shark Bay's atmosphere for visitors...and locals. Seconds later, he was swimming towards the National Park Reserve where all kinds of sea creatures were located. Frank, who was seventeen, wiped away the blonde hair with his strong hands. He noticed a lot of ships and boat moored in the spacious marina; he swam northward. And, as he did so, he reached the bridge that house hundreds and hundreds of locals...and overseas travellers each holiday season. Frank was about to head for shore when the huge shark opened its massive mouth, and bit into his right leg. Blood spilled into the ocean depths, and seconds later, everything was eerily silent.

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Greg Shipp, a sailor, noticed the body of Frank Zachariah. He shivered. He grabbed his I-phone. "Bobby, it's Greg. There's been another shark attack. It's Frank Zachariah. Call me back on 555-555-888". And then he shivered as he waited for help to arrive.

 

It was 10:00 PM.

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Peter rang Maddie. "There's a huge shark roaming in the Shark Bay waters. I was concerned about you". Maddie was scared. "What's going on? What can you do?", she answered him. "I'll have to stop it". Maddie hid her frustration. "It's forty meters long. And has sharp teeth, and a wide mouth". Peter heard what she was saying. "I'll get on a ship and we'll catch the shark. I love you", he said. "I'm pregnant", Maddie said. "What! Are you sure?", Peter answered. "Yes". "I'll see you at your house. Good bye, Maddie!". "Good bye, Peter". And he pressed the END CALL button, and walked to Maddie's place in the darkness.

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Joachim Schneider was agitated. By 10:30 PM, he was on his fifth coffee. He knew that time had halved since the talk of a massive Great White Shark had arrived at Shark Bay; he knew that it would be impossible to kill it. He stared out of his Hotel room window. Then he saw Doctor Melanie Schwartz, MD. "You made it?", she asked him. "Yes, I did. The shark killed a man today. It must be stopped". He stared at his warm coffee. "How? It's...forty meters long". He heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming to Room 214b. He opened the front door. Avril Dominguez, the Columbian cleaner, was thirty. She saw them talking. "You can clean the room, yes?", he asked her in Spanish. "Yes", she answered. Doctor Schwartz, MD, waited for the cleaning to end. By 10:45 PM, the cleaner left the room. Joachim studied the woman. "How much money? I want one million dollars. There's been too many deaths lately", he said. "Let's go to bed. By tomorrow morning, we can catch the shark". And Joachim smiled, and they slept in the double bed without interruption.

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By 11:00 PM, thunder boomed in the dark sky above Shark Bay. Tricia Harrison, twenty-five, was swimming in the freezing water. She was used to late-night swims. It refreshed her. She saw several boats and ships in the marina; she saw several of them moored near the shore. She kicked her legs in a frantic motion; she kicked until she was mentally tired. She stopped for a breather. The temperature fell to 62 degrees. The half-moon glowed in the evening sky; the moon created a belief that she was safe. By 11:30 PM, she sensed she wasn't alone. Before she could swim back to safety, Tricia saw the monster shark. Its cold, black eyes were closed, as if it was dead. And, seconds later, it opened its eyes. It opened its huge mouth; its razor-sharp teeth bit into her right thigh. Blood spilled from the deep injury. Tricia screamed. Then she died from her wounds. And the nightmare was over for her. 

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Silvio De' Santos, Jr., gazed at his watch. It read: 11:40 PM. It was twenty to Midnight. He noticed the sailors were in the marina. He didn't imagine that the huge shark would terrorize everyone at Shark Bay. The Bay, (as it was called), in the 1960's, and 1970's, was the place's nickname. Silvio saw the bright lights of the Lighthouse. He stared at the ships and boats in the area. He was about to go to sleep on board The ​Apollo III ship. He looked around in his chambers. As he yawned, he fell asleep...and hoped that the next day would prove to be better than before.

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Fred Night was sipping coffee. He checked his New York weather app on his I-phone. It was 61 degrees. He watched wearing a light red shirt, black jeans, tan brown socks, and black shoes on his feet. Because of the waves that battered the area, he took over the ​Apollo III ship. He had long, brown hair, hazel eyes, and tall. He grabbed his wet suit, and put it on. Suddenly he saw a group of late night swimmers. "Be careful of the waves, and the shark", he yelled. They stopped swimming. Then they nodded. As they headed back to shore, he was confident that no one else would be around in the freezing waters. With the Christmas season upon Shark Bay, the off-season meant that the cities houses, inns, and hotels, as well as motels, would be closed until January 9, 2018; Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day was the peak family time for American families. Seconds later, he reached the marina. He waved at Christopher Short, the Shark Bay Head of the Marina. Short, who was fifty-one, had short, black hair, brown eyes, and short, (like his name); Fred Night smiled at him. "Silvio's asleep. I'm in charge", he said. "That's good. There's been total chaos since several people have died tonight", he said. Christopher nodded. "It's over the social media. Chain up the ship, and it'll be safe here". And, as Silvio nodded, he chained the ship to the long, brown, rafters with both hands. Then he fell asleep in the chambers, and he felt safe for the rest of the long evening.

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