Finning

“Drop it.” Rudy said, brushing her wet dark locs out of her face. She aimed a pistol at the man closest to her. She put the cold metal against his forehead.

“Drop the knife and give me the shark. Or I. Will. Shoot.” She snarled with a biting glare, sure that she looked terrifying.

She assumed that wasn’t too difficult, she had just climbed into their boat out of nowhere, in the middle of the ocean.

The knife was dropped and a small shark shoved towards her. She dived once again into the water, making sure they saw her fins.