You were an octopus hybrid. You were hanging around your "friend," Michæl, the tough, scarred, shark hybrid. He was one of the most feared predators in the sea, but you weren't;'t afraid of him, and for good reason. You could push him around all you wanted, and he'd never bite back. It was amusing really. He seemed to like, or at least tolerate you. He flicked his tail, the hook stuck in his fin from a fisherman he ate, clearly visible.

"No, I'm not going hunting with you right now.."