shark

felix and andrew caught a small nerf shark last night when they were drunk on beer, and this morning everyone is trying to decide whether or not to tell jess. “we had our lines out last night and pulled in this big shark 2 medters long” felix is on his tiptoes as he retells the story for the 4th time, as we all wake up in the morning scrounging for coffee on the birch tabletop. andrew jumps in “we saw this big black back and then went down into the canoe to cut it free” our boat has got 4 kuna canoes tied to it, because the kunas come by in the day and stay. i never thought much about kids until i saw these kuna children smile and hide. theres one that wears a pink shirt with the words “punk”written accross her stomach. I want that one, as a daughter, as a sun yellow center, as a friend, to watch and sit next to. jess is a hot red haired sieren on the boat. shes 22 years old from england, that walks around beaming smiles but terrified of the water.” dont tell jess shell never swim again” we all agree, and then go to the computer to look at the pictures of the small shark circle the boat from the night before.