Ankyra Sound the old cook came on deck sayin, fellas, it's too rough to feed ya

Failed shark quest! Link to rolls.

She dropped her crab when the dark fin cut through the sea just inside the shallows. Ohhhh boy oh boy oh boy! The waves crashed over the shark's back as it coasted up and down the beach with barely an inch between its belly and the sand. This is my chance! She had to prove herself. Shark for dinner? That would certainly do it. She would not be called Sharkbait anymore and the shark... it would be called Reefbait instead. Ha ha ha.

Here sharky sharky! Reef jogged up and down the beach along side the shark, waiting for the chance to make a move. She had caught fish before. This was just a big fish. One that was a tad bit longer than she was. It also had teeth -- lots of sharp teeth -- but she did not need to think about that. The shark sailed in closer, and was caught broadside by a particularly strong wave that rolled it over and sent it thrashing. Oh gosh!

Reef surged forward and went for a grab, but her nerves got the best of her and she balked at the last second as the shark twisted and flailed. Come on me, you got this! And a one, and a two... The blonde she-wolf darted in again as the shark was righting itself. She hooked her teeth into its back but her grip sucked and the shark shook her loose like she was a fly. Oh no you don't! Feeling feisty and more confident, Reef chased after the shark as it made a run for the deep blue sea, and chomped down on the skinniest part of its tail.

Now she had a good grip, and she held on as the shark swung wildly left and right and fought to break free. She dragged it back a pace. I'm doing it! I'm doing it! I'm-- The beast jerked its tail free and in a blink was bitch-slapping her upside the head with it. Reef staggered and lost her footing in the shock, swallowing a mouthful of salty sea as she went down. Sputtering, Miss Sharkbait crawled back onto shore with droopy ears and a disappointed frown. Okay, well, I still got the -- wow, really!?

A gull took to its wings with her crab -- her consolation prize -- pinched in its beak.