The Attack of The Sharks

My family and I were on vacation in Gulf Shores, Alabama. Some people also refer to it as the eighth wonder of the world. Being able to swim in the Gulf of Mexico is a once in a lifetime chance but I am going to tell you people around here don't know. The Gulf of Mexico at that time was known for some of the biggest sharks ever known to man. Witnesses say that some of these sharks were twenty feet long, weighed 900 pounds and had the mouth as wide as bulldozer. Of course me being the young arrogant kid I was I paid no attention to those "rumors". Who had ever heard of a creature that big? Little did I know that I would have an encounter with a few of them buggers and I was lucky to make it out alive.

The sun was just rising and I thought I'd go for a little swim before the mobs of people started crowding the beautiful beach. I was swimming for about an hour not really paying any attention to the direction I was going. I had no worries. I was young and clueless and not to mention the fact one of the best swimmers in my entire town. When I finally stopped, I turned to look back at the hotel but nothing was there. All I could see around was nothing but the beautiful blue ocean as the sun began to rise. I must have swum about a hundred miles and not even noticed it. Not quite sure which direction the hotel was located I pulled my handy dandy compass out of my pocket which I also kept on me on account of good luck. I began swimming back toward the hotel when I saw I first saw it.

Something dark about the size of a bus brushed my leg! As I looked down I almost emptied my bladder. This was the shark those people had spoke of only you couldn't really imagine the size of this thing unless you saw it in person. I turned around to see if it was circling back but to my displeasure I spotted two more of the monsters! I tried not to panic because I knew the sharks could sense fear as I quietly tried to make of run for it. Before I made two feet of progress the three sharks made a wall blocking me from returning to the hotel. I had no choice. These sharks wanted a fight, and boy was I going to give it to them.

I decided to throw the first punch at the biggest shark which was stationed in the middle in hopes to scare the other two off. I wound up and threw a punch that would have given Ali a run for his money back in the day. The shark whined and whimpered and swam off, what a coward. I wasn’t out of the woods yet though as I had two more gigantic sharks I had to deal with. These other two sharks were smart and they decided to attack me at the same time. I was able to connect a beautiful under water kick right under the chin of one of the sharks sending it away but I wasn’t able to avoid the shark coming from the other side that put about a seven inch gash directly to the right of my right eye. (Doctors later told me that one inch to left and I would’ve been blind for the rest of my life.) Now it was me mono a mono, me up against the blood thirsty shark who almost had rid me of my eyeball.

I was full of anger right now, blood covering my face. I was ready to go for the kill on this shark that almost took my life. I charged full head a steam, it doing the same in return. The scene reminded me of a jousting match held by the knights back in the middle ages. As I already told you I was one heck of a swimmer and I must been up to about 300 MPH when my shoulder connected with the shark sending it flying over two hundred feet in the air as I swam right under it heading back to shore. I never stopped to look back at the sight in which my life was almost taken. I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached shore. I finally made it back. Land never felt more like home.