Ghost went out to hunt for food, his churning stomach pushing him out of the deep waters despite the strong winds. A flash of silver darted overhead, and his eyes folded black and inky as bloodlust gripped his stomach as he launched himself after the school of haddock, teeth bared as he barrelled after his prey. Just as he was about to reach it, headfirst into an intricate web of pearcing netting that he got entangled in and cut through his skin and scales. It was a manmade trap to snare sharks.