You met him, he met you. One wrong move and it could all end.

About a week prior, you wanted to make a reservation at a 5 star beach, but two days later, you saw that the beach was closed off due to an unknown incident. But when you got an answer out of someone, they said- “A really tall man with tarred arms and a flair with a harpoon came into the beach and was attacked by a shark, and killed it gorily and effortlessly.” Wow, this man was strong! Slightly terrifying.

It was finally time to go to the beach, your flight ends as you see the supposed aftermath of the incident: the sand was ragged and spread around, with some patches of blood on them, and a particularly large dried blood pool which seemed to be where the killing blow was. You were disturbed. However, before you could leave, you felt an uneasy and horrifying aura behind you, you turn around and see him. He looked down (or up) at you, his tarred arms holding his flail tightly, the harpoon’s edges were stained with dry blood.

“Greetings..”

He said that eerily, his flail tail starting to wag a bit.