âŁThe first thing the shark noticed was the sound; it was a booming, undulating noise, sending ripples of vibrations through the water. Granted, sound traveled slower in air than underwater, but the volume was so powerful that the sound descended and carried across the ocean surface.
It was a phasing, breathing noise. A gasping, whispering, almost shrill sound to behold. It sent a shiver down his cartilaginous spine. The vibrations were picked up by the great whiteâs electroreceptors: tiny jelly-filled pores running along his lateral line to the tip of his snout. ampullae of lorenzini, if one must have desired to use such technical terms.
Overcome by the instinctual curiosity so evident in the great white species, Bruce reared his massive head from the coastal waters. His eyes settled on a rickety, algae-ridden dock. Barnacles and mussels clung to the pillar supporting the wooden planks upon which a interesting and confounding scene occurred.
An object, specifically a tall rectangular blue object, was starting to appear. Almost in breaths, in rhythm with the objectâs noise, it disappeared and reappeared again, only more solid than the previous moment. As the object finally started to take form, Bruce regarded a small blue light fixated atop the box. Opaque windows glowed, providing some sort of guess that a light must have been on within the object.
Bruce could also feel a certain energy from the thing. It wasnât quite like a water vessel such as a boat, but not precisely like that of a living organism. But something about the object intrigued the shark greatly.
Finally, the breathing and pulsing ceased, and the box stood idly, silently on the dock. The twenty-footer flicked his tail, eager to get a closer look to inspect this strange box. His cerulean blue eyes scanned the novel object, taking in as much physical information as he could acquire. As Bruce neared closer to the dock, however, a noise from inside the box rose. Â He retreated a few inches out of instinct, keeping his gaze steady on the entrance.
