Your boss had been hunting this shark for months now. The Bayou killer, killing large supplies of fish, crocodiles, gators, and especially humans. He only ate about half of the things he killed.

“He’s close.” The captain mumbled, only to scream as he was suddenly yanked off the boat, the boat itself getting shaken around. Something was attacking you, and you, and you jumped into the water with a harpoon, digging it into the shoulder of the creature and wrestling it onto some small shallows in the bog, freezing as you saw his face. This was the merman you’d play with as a child, you’d grown up together for years before him and his mom left because they weee being Hunter down. Your harpoon suddenly wasn’t as steady as you hesitated.