I Congratulate You On The Unambiguity Of Your Situation
Late Winter, 1085 - Mediterranean Sea
The shark circled beneath Robert as he tried to scramble up onto the raft. A bump from the predator's nose knocked him off, however, and he slipped back into the sea, swimming through the blood spilling out from where the unconcious marshal's leg used to be.
"CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN HUMPHREY!"
But it was no use, of course. The marshal was in shock. Robert, for all intents and purposes, was on his own.
The shark came at him once more...but this time, it was no mere bump. It was an attack.
Panic rose through his body, but Robert waited until the last possible second...waited until what seemed like thousands of teeth were nearly upon him...and then swung his body around and pulled himself up, so that he was now on
top of the shark. He began pounding with his fists, as hard as he could, into the shark's nose and eyes...but it was no use. He needed some kind of weapon...some kind of...
...the sword.
Robert leapt from the shark's back just as the animal dove back under the water, landing hard on the raft. He grabbed the sword, then spun around for the next attack...but none came. The shark was...
...the shark was back. Circling the raft...almost as if it were calculating the best way to attack.
"Captain! Captain, wake up! Please!" Robert shook Humphrey, then began splashing water into his face.
"Wake up! I need your help! I need you..."
And then they were airborne, as the shark hit the raft from below, tossing them both into the sea once more.
Robert clung to his sword, struggling to come back up for air...when he felt two-hundred pounds of dead weight fall on top of him.
Captain Humphrey.
He wasn't strong enough to pull them both up...he had to choose, and quickly. If he let the Captain go, Humphrey would die...but...if he let the sword go, they both would die.
Captain or sword?
Captain or sword?
Captain or sword?
Captain.
Robert released the sword, watching as the heavy iron quickly sank into the darkness. With all of his might, he dragged Captain Humphrey back to the raft. Lifted him up...
...and then he was surrounded by blood.
Robert quickly checked himself...then the captain. They both had scrapes and cuts, of course...and the Captain was missing a leg...but neither one could have lost this mu...
Another wave overcame him, and when Robert reached air again, he found the cause.
The dead shark had floated to the top of the sea, Captain Humphrey's sword sticking out of it's eye.