Stavanger Bay the mumbling of citadels

She gasped raggedly when it did resurface, a great black leviathan with a fin that cut into the sky like a blade. Sharkbait swallowed and found herself simultaneously fascinated and fearful. Noting the monster's trajectory—closing in on the shore—the pup scrambled backward, well away from the waves licking the sands. She never tore her eyes away from the shadow gliding now just beyond the breakers, even though it inspired as much terror as awe.

Some of the gummed-up cogs in her head began to whir slowly. "Shark?" she whispered to herself. Somehow, she knew that sharks were big fish with big teeth. Well, this beast fit the description, or at least it seemed that way. She was named for this monster. Wait... she thought dimly. Her name was Sharkbait, meaning she was intended as its food? Suddenly her body was quaking all over, even though she stood well back from the sea. Surely it couldn't get to her here?