Part 259: Shark and Bait
Dutch shook the hands of the people around him as he walked past the group of survivors. The surfer was getting a little wary about telling the story of how he went toe-to-toe with a shark for the 6th time. He walked along the beach, drinking his soda. After what he went through, he was incredibly thirsty. Then Hal came up to him from atop the main area. “How you holding up, Ian?” he asked.
“Just fine, Hal,” he said, chugging his drink, “Just, that I finally know what Kevin Costner felt like after he shot that buffalo.”
“Everybody can’t get enough of the story, eh?” the cop smirked.
“Don’t seem to be.”
“Well, son, you haven’t told it to me yet.” Hal slapped him on the arm.
“Nothing much to tell. I played keep away from a great white.”
“That’s just it, Dutch. How the HELL do you play keep-away from a shark like that?” Hal asked.
“It’s no big deal. You just grab it’s nose and hold on. It messes up it’s internal radar. It knows you are there but it really can’t see you.”
“You learn that in surfer school?”
“Naw, my pop taught me that.”
“Marine biologist?”
“Deep sea fisherman.” Dutch smirked.
“You dad must have been one hell of a fisherman.”
“That he was,” Dutch paused from his momentary nostalgia and looked to his good friend, “Hal, I need to tell you something.”
“What’s wrong, buddy?” he said, facing him.
“You fired at the shark and I am grateful. Because . . . .it knew what a bullet was. Your shot stopped it before it could advance on me.”
Hal blinked at what his younger friend was telling him. “Are you . . serious?” he said, “It was murky down there, Dutch, maybe you saw it wrong.”
“Bullcrap, I did not see it wrong. It freaking stopped when the bullet whizzed by it’s nose. The moment it got hit with John’s arrow, it then swam away.”
“There is no such thing as intelligent sharks, Dutch.”
“Yeah, well, there is no such thing as sentient black smoke, giant 1950’s robots or creatures that go invisible but we’ve seen them, Hal!”
Hal rubbed his chin, taking a breath. “What are you getting at, Dutch?” he asked.
Dutch looked back to the water and then back toward his friend. A gust of wind shot up and flapped his shirt a little. “We know this Island is a magical place, Hal,” he sighed, “But I got a bad feeling . . ..we ain’t quite done with it yet.”
Hal shook his head. He patted the younger man on the back as they started to walk up toward the beach. The surfer looked and saw Libby walking around. What he saw was kind of confusing; Libby had a pen and pad, and as she walked down the beach, she was taking notes. Dutch didn’t think anything of it. He was more interested to see how Karleigh was doing.
Karleigh finally opened her eyes from her nap. She gently rubbed her hair out of her eyes and stretched. The rich girl was then taken back by a familiar wood whittling sound.
She flipped over to see Dutch, carving into the small piece of wood as he always did, sitting on a box. He stopped when he saw her starting at him. “Feeling better?” he asked.
“I passed out.” She said, stating the obvious.
“Makes sense,” he smirked, “Your adrenaline spiked when had such excitement. When it removed itself from your bloodstream, you crashed.”
“You’re pretty smart for a surfer,” she whispered, rubbing her forehead.
“All surfers are not dumb, Karleigh,” he chuckled.
“No, I guess not,” she smiled, feeling better and then smiled, “I’ve been a bitch to you, haven’t I, Dutch?”
“It’s not your fault. You just don’t know me . . .yet.”
Karleigh smirked at his tone of voice when said the word “yet”. Like he really had any control over her; she laughed inside. Dutch paused from his talking and looked at the piece of wood in his left hand. Within seconds, Karleigh reached up and grabbed it from him. “What IS this piece of wood you keep working-“ she said, then stopped when she took a closer look at it.
It was a wood carving of her face.
Karleigh was thrown back by the superb design of the small piece of wood. Most stuff she had seen like that in Greenich Village, you could only barely tell who the carvings were. This small piece of wood fit her face to a perfect match. “Dutch, how . . .” she whispered.
“I think it’s finished,” he smiled, “My gift to you.”
“Thank you,” she looked at him, “No one . . .has ever . . .”
“It’s cool, Karleigh. I will leave you to your rest.” He said, getting up.
“No, wait, sit down.”
“You need your rest, Karleigh.” He replied, turning around.
“SIT DOWN, DUTCH!” she grunted.
The surfer then immediately got in front of her and sat down crosslegged. It was the first time he heard the rich girl raise her voice in such a forceful tone. She smirked at him, twirling the wood carving of her in her hand. She then gently sat it to the side and stood up slowly. Dutch tried to get up but she held him in place, putting her hand on her shoulder. Then much to the goose bumps on his arms, she slowly sat down on his lap. She then placed her arms across his shoulders, looking down at him. Karleigh did seem to be enjoy being in control. “Thank you for saving my life.” She whispered.
“You’re welcome-“
“However,” she said, interrupting him, “You kiss like a Walrus. Let me show you how its done.”
Karleigh then slowly placed her tongue in his mouth. Dutch felt fireworks going off in his head and his lower stomach. Their tongues continued their dance within each other. The rich girl then slowly parted from the surfer and smirked; seeing him with closed eyes, still in kissing stance. He slowly opened them; wondering how he got so lucky. Karleigh gently bit her lower lip in a smile. “Mmm.” She whispered, “Much better.”
“Much,” Dutch grunted, still half in shock.
She smiled, rubbing her hands through his buzz cut hair. Then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m hungry,” she said, “I am going to go get something to eat.”
Karleigh got off of him and began to walk toward the area that held all the food. Dutch still didn’t move. He could hear her giggling fading in the distance. Maybe she was playing with him; maybe she wasn’t. At the moment, he was dwelling on her taste and didn’t actually care.
“Dude,” he whispered.
“Just fine, Hal,” he said, chugging his drink, “Just, that I finally know what Kevin Costner felt like after he shot that buffalo.”
“Everybody can’t get enough of the story, eh?” the cop smirked.
“Don’t seem to be.”
“Well, son, you haven’t told it to me yet.” Hal slapped him on the arm.
“Nothing much to tell. I played keep away from a great white.”
“That’s just it, Dutch. How the HELL do you play keep-away from a shark like that?” Hal asked.
“It’s no big deal. You just grab it’s nose and hold on. It messes up it’s internal radar. It knows you are there but it really can’t see you.”
“You learn that in surfer school?”
“Naw, my pop taught me that.”
“Marine biologist?”
“Deep sea fisherman.” Dutch smirked.
“You dad must have been one hell of a fisherman.”
“That he was,” Dutch paused from his momentary nostalgia and looked to his good friend, “Hal, I need to tell you something.”
“What’s wrong, buddy?” he said, facing him.
“You fired at the shark and I am grateful. Because . . . .it knew what a bullet was. Your shot stopped it before it could advance on me.”
Hal blinked at what his younger friend was telling him. “Are you . . serious?” he said, “It was murky down there, Dutch, maybe you saw it wrong.”
“Bullcrap, I did not see it wrong. It freaking stopped when the bullet whizzed by it’s nose. The moment it got hit with John’s arrow, it then swam away.”
“There is no such thing as intelligent sharks, Dutch.”
“Yeah, well, there is no such thing as sentient black smoke, giant 1950’s robots or creatures that go invisible but we’ve seen them, Hal!”
Hal rubbed his chin, taking a breath. “What are you getting at, Dutch?” he asked.
Dutch looked back to the water and then back toward his friend. A gust of wind shot up and flapped his shirt a little. “We know this Island is a magical place, Hal,” he sighed, “But I got a bad feeling . . ..we ain’t quite done with it yet.”
Hal shook his head. He patted the younger man on the back as they started to walk up toward the beach. The surfer looked and saw Libby walking around. What he saw was kind of confusing; Libby had a pen and pad, and as she walked down the beach, she was taking notes. Dutch didn’t think anything of it. He was more interested to see how Karleigh was doing.
Karleigh finally opened her eyes from her nap. She gently rubbed her hair out of her eyes and stretched. The rich girl was then taken back by a familiar wood whittling sound.
She flipped over to see Dutch, carving into the small piece of wood as he always did, sitting on a box. He stopped when he saw her starting at him. “Feeling better?” he asked.
“I passed out.” She said, stating the obvious.
“Makes sense,” he smirked, “Your adrenaline spiked when had such excitement. When it removed itself from your bloodstream, you crashed.”
“You’re pretty smart for a surfer,” she whispered, rubbing her forehead.
“All surfers are not dumb, Karleigh,” he chuckled.
“No, I guess not,” she smiled, feeling better and then smiled, “I’ve been a bitch to you, haven’t I, Dutch?”
“It’s not your fault. You just don’t know me . . .yet.”
Karleigh smirked at his tone of voice when said the word “yet”. Like he really had any control over her; she laughed inside. Dutch paused from his talking and looked at the piece of wood in his left hand. Within seconds, Karleigh reached up and grabbed it from him. “What IS this piece of wood you keep working-“ she said, then stopped when she took a closer look at it.
It was a wood carving of her face.
Karleigh was thrown back by the superb design of the small piece of wood. Most stuff she had seen like that in Greenich Village, you could only barely tell who the carvings were. This small piece of wood fit her face to a perfect match. “Dutch, how . . .” she whispered.
“I think it’s finished,” he smiled, “My gift to you.”
“Thank you,” she looked at him, “No one . . .has ever . . .”
“It’s cool, Karleigh. I will leave you to your rest.” He said, getting up.
“No, wait, sit down.”
“You need your rest, Karleigh.” He replied, turning around.
“SIT DOWN, DUTCH!” she grunted.
The surfer then immediately got in front of her and sat down crosslegged. It was the first time he heard the rich girl raise her voice in such a forceful tone. She smirked at him, twirling the wood carving of her in her hand. She then gently sat it to the side and stood up slowly. Dutch tried to get up but she held him in place, putting her hand on her shoulder. Then much to the goose bumps on his arms, she slowly sat down on his lap. She then placed her arms across his shoulders, looking down at him. Karleigh did seem to be enjoy being in control. “Thank you for saving my life.” She whispered.
“You’re welcome-“
“However,” she said, interrupting him, “You kiss like a Walrus. Let me show you how its done.”
Karleigh then slowly placed her tongue in his mouth. Dutch felt fireworks going off in his head and his lower stomach. Their tongues continued their dance within each other. The rich girl then slowly parted from the surfer and smirked; seeing him with closed eyes, still in kissing stance. He slowly opened them; wondering how he got so lucky. Karleigh gently bit her lower lip in a smile. “Mmm.” She whispered, “Much better.”
“Much,” Dutch grunted, still half in shock.
She smiled, rubbing her hands through his buzz cut hair. Then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m hungry,” she said, “I am going to go get something to eat.”
Karleigh got off of him and began to walk toward the area that held all the food. Dutch still didn’t move. He could hear her giggling fading in the distance. Maybe she was playing with him; maybe she wasn’t. At the moment, he was dwelling on her taste and didn’t actually care.
“Dude,” he whispered.
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