Stavanger Bay Slippery little demons

Ironsea crew AW

Her stomach growled again, yet she ignored it, the cold water just below her belly. Swiveling her ears forward, she tilted her head, watching the movement of the slick creatures. She had done this before, yet it had been awhile, and the previous time, the water hadn't been cold. Her tail floated in the water, the girl not moving. 
Suddenly a yelp came out of her, and she spun quickly, her tail now out of the water. Something had bit it. She huffed, her eyes bright with agitation. Watching the water, she murmured softly, Hijo de puta. Determination showed in her eyes, minutes passing slowly. She wanted that fish, and somehow she was going to get it. Pricking her ears forward, she focused again, this time keeping her tail above the water.

translation- "son of a b*tch"