Week One:
Days pass. I continue swimming as I am meant to, lightly beating my fins with the oceans gentle current. I stop to lightly peck at small patches of green vegetation… Algae. While a fulfilling food source, to me, I find it dull.
I cannot be simple prey.
Perhaps. The shrimps, I had only eaten one before… But they are everywhere. Scanning around, eating the algae before anyone else could. Why compete when I could eliminate them? I slowly approach a nearby shrimp, feeding.
Attack.
No instincts… Only a simple desire I hold to myself. My instincts tell me to simply find more algae. I am my own fish, I decide what I want. I slowly approached the small insect-like crustacean… It pays me no mind. Usually, a fish like me would not pray on these shrimps. Not today.
Accelerated heartbeat.
I feel a surge of emotion wash over me, excitement and a feeling of the hunt tingling across my scales. I swim forward with a burst of speed, opening my beaked lips and attach them to the creature’s shelled back. This shrimp was bigger than the first one. I try to bite down, but the shell is much too hard.
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Must defend myself.
As the shrimp’s tail flicked up sand and it kicked its legs, I knew it would try to strike me with its pincers. I dodge, using my tail to kick up sand towards it’s eyes. Amongst the fine sand I threw up, a picked up a rock large enough to fit into my mouth. With a surge of water, I pushed it out hard towards the shrimps leg. Dust and fine sand danced around us as one of its many legs began to float away, snapped by my brilliant attack.
A weak spot.
As the shrimp cleared sand from its vision, I darted to what it attempted to clean; its eye stalk. I wrapped my lips around it and bit down with all my might, the hard stalk snapping inside of my mouth. The taste filled my mouth, exciting me more.
Prey to be consumed.
The shrimp thrashed around, blindly attempting to strike me. The most it did was brush against my scales, as one of its eyes were gone, and the other blinded. I let out my own fishy laugh, slapping him with my tail and toying with him. Strange blue blood oozed out of the eye stalk, and transformed into wisps along the water… The smell was amazing.
Gleeful waiting.
Soon, I stopped taunting it and simply waited. My lips twitched as more blood spread across the water, but I held myself back. Soon it began to wilt, and ven sooner, died. It lay on its side, the legs that remained twitching here and there. I slowly swam towards it, gleeful as I ripped apart its shell, with some effort, to claim its meaty prize. I ate it all. Organs, meat, everything I could chew ended up in my gullet. I made my way back to my shelter I hid from the eel in, the shrimp but a small pile of shell when I was done. I layed down on my stomach and leaned against a wall, smirking mentally as I did. Slowly, I fell asleep.
I am a fish… But I am not prey. I will survive, and be the best fish I can be.