*theme from 'Jaws' plays*

[a_pale_death]

There is a shadow, a great pale shape against the sun. Its form is the sleek, gracefully curving form of a shark, moving like a ripple of light through the water

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[lil_live_wire]

*that is a huge shark, and this is a tiny girl who has never seen a shark before but those teeth are probably as long as she is, or at least they appear to be to her so shrieks and hides* *would run for her Daddy but is too scared to move*

[islandofthesea]

*scoops her up and holds her close, eyeing Ed'rashtekaresket very warily* It's ok, sweetheart. It's ok. *kisses her hair, not taking his eyes off the creature*

[lil_live_wire]

*clings to Daddy and hides her face against his shoulder, trembling* *whimpers* Scared, Daddy...

[a_waywith_words]

Kit holds out his hands, attempting to spread calm by pure pyshic force.

"It'll be fine, really - just don't be scared. You mustn't be scared, and it will be fine."

[callmestargirl]

"Hello," says Stargirl, her face a reflection of perpetual wonder.

[a_pale_death]

"Hello," Ed says, and you can see the muscle moving under his sharp edged skin.

[callmestargirl]

"Your voice is like warm ice."

[a_pale_death]

"Is it?" Ed considers this, staying in a politely wide circle pattern. "I will consider that a rare compliment. May I ask your name, brave little bard?"

[broodingelf]

*temporarily decrackplott'd for the sake of talking to giant sea monsters*

*stands on a small promontory of rock, watching the water, and appears respectful but not worried at the sight of the bloody big talking shark* I am well, certainly. Greetings.

[a_pale_death]

"Excellent," the Master Shark says, and turns smoothly, "Greetings to you, as well."

[sweariwontdie]

*crouches down by the water* Uh... bonjour... I'm Armand St. Just.

[a_pale_death]

Amused. "Bonjour."

[sweariwontdie]

*nervously* You have a lot of teeth, monsieur.

[a_pale_death]

"I have had many more in my life than those I have now."

[ofthewater]

She appears, suddenly, to watch him from the water. She is large also, larger than a house, certainly, and perhaps larger than he is.

There is respect in her eyes, yet also a request for equal or greater respect. She is Leviathan.

[a_pale_death]

Ed's stance is indeed respectful - he is sure of himself, not arrogant (a shark does not live to his age through arrogance) and he knows perfectly well that here is a being as vital as himself, in her own, very different, way.

"Lady," he says, his voice grave and quiet, "Good evening to you."

[ofthewater]

"And to you," she replies, very pleasantly. "Welcome."