Madness of Regret

A drastic plan in a patient manner. 

Yep! you got it bitch. I am gonna do a Try or Die with you son of bitches.

Let's get some info first. The shoal of fishes won't move for few minutes. But every extra minutes even seconds could make them go away. My 1 and a half bait can only be considered one bait in my drastic plan of life and death. The dinosaurs like fishes are the most chill.

From swimming 20 meters away in a group of three to swimming 10-15 meters away from me. Would you look at that, Unity does give courage. 

So now will the puke-bait distraction work? In a group of three, it did work making only one follow me. But in a pack of six, I don't know. Even the shoal of fishes are getting smaller by the minute. Comparing the size of the fishes in the shoal and the dinosaur. I doubt the fishes would be enough of a lunch for three or four dinosaurs. 

So, they should surely come after me. But how many will? That's the million dollar question. One? Feasible. Two? Maybe with injuries. Three? Even if I survive I am gonna die of infection and bleeding out from the places where my arms, finger used to be. Four? I better jump in the ocean and let them eat me. Five? I gotta cut myself in pieces and share it to the needy. Gotta be the buddha before I die. Who knows? I might reincarnate as a rich guy in the next life. Six? Why even bother thinking about survival.

Logic says one or two would follow me. While four would go after the shoal of fishes. Instincts says two would go after the shoal while four would follow me unless I make it attractive for them to go there. My luck would say: Nah mate, you'll be pulling all the sheilas after you. 

Let hope my luck isn't that good. If I am gonna die a warrior, I am gonna die in a battle that I will remember. And I know one thing I will not want to remember fighting some fish to death before my final moments. I wanna do it in my own terms.

So lets add my logic with instinct. I will make the puke-bait attractive and hopefully lure away four or even five of the dinosaurs away. Then I gotta make sure the fish-bait is even more attractive. 

I placed my hand on my heart. It was beating. It was beating hard and fast. Excitement? Fear? Thrill? Stress? I don't know. I don't know what I was feeling. But maybe I had a small hint inside me.

Calm down, my heart. Stay calm. I have a feeling. We will be feeling it a lot in the upcoming future provided that I survive.

The dinosaurs are secreting algae. Calling for backup? So, I don't have a lot of time before I hunt at least one of them. The meat in them could potentially last me a long time. 

More careful observation and then I will begin the hunt. From a prey to a predator. Out of six, three of them are secreting the algae. And they are leading the group. The remaining three are following behind. Is there a hierarchy? 

If there is then why is the medium one leading the group? Think. Think. Its length is almost equal to that of the dinosaur that followed me first. Can it be that the three that are secreting algae are the old ones and not the newcomers? 

Think. Think. The one that followed me when there were group of three dinosaurs was middle length one. Eerily similar to the one leading the pack now. Even when the two dinosaur left me alone to find and act as shepherd to the shoal of fishes. That middle length one followed me. 

It isn't the longest nor the largest fish there is. It's just average but why is it leading the pack? Is it because it was first to approach me and call for backup? Is it because it was doing the hard work of following me all alone before backup? 

Is the pack operating under a certain rule? Is there ranks among them? Is the whole species following the rule of first come first served? Are they functioning as a society? Why are they acting more on the basis of equality then humans? Why are they so social? Is the one who secrets algae first the leader? If the one who is secreting algae the leader then what about the two more fishes that are secreting algae? Do they get to act as leader? 

Or fucking hell it's the sign that they took the task to follow me and hunt me down? My luck, instinct and logic all of them say, Yea I gotta run hands with three of them at once. Just a normal day in the ocean, I guess.

I got one puke-bait worth after mixing all of the remaining. One chance. Potentially Three dinosaurs to fight. Two fishes that won't fill me stomach. One life. Two hands. And god knows I am gonna run them hands in the fucking gills of the damned dinosaurs.

Let's start the first episode of 'Do or Die' of my life in this ocean.

I held the puke bait in my hand. Questions came to me. Will this be enough? Do I need more? Can it be done? 

Focus. Focus. I had a inkling it wouldn't. I grabbed the small fish that lay dead from the trashing it got. With my hands I forced open a hole, a tear in the fish stomach. The intestine were dripping and outright disgusting. Maybe cause they fed on my vomit for some time. I poured the blood spillage on the vomit and mixed it with the bait. 

Good the bait is soaked and runny now. As nauseating as it was, it was a ticket to life or death. I picked a small tiny piece of it and threw it in the water. The fishes loved them.

Good a perfect bait for distraction. I held the bait in my hand. And a thought ran through my brain. How the fuck do I throw it to make it count?

Do I flick it like I did previously? Or do I flick like I am a Chinese Cultivator flicking his sword after killing a family of young master? Think. Think. 

I kept the gooey bait in the middle of raft while I started taking out the meat of the small fish. From the meat and 30-40% of the runny bait I squashed them to make a ball. Two balls. Good enough. 60% of the runny bait still left. 

I held 40% of the runny bait and flicked it like I did before. And I dipped my hands in the ocean. The fishes started hurrying after the bait. With my wet hands I grabbed the remaining runny bait, making it even wetter. The wet runny bait I poured it atop my ball baits like a sauce to my wings. Good it can attract even more baits.

I threw one with all my might to the east. The last ball bait I crushed it and threw half of it to the east with a little less power and kept the rest. Fuck my hands hurt. Should have played baseball or something.

Situation analysis. The shoal of fishes have started to focus on the bait and it seems even more attractive and seeing that I am drifting farther away from the bait thrown places. The dinosaurs will go for the fishes based on previous behaviors. God I hope at least 4 if not 5 goes shepherding the fishes. 

The fishes busy eating the bait. I gazed upon my dinner or the diner depending on my next steps. 

They didn't act any different. So I waited. I waited. I was away from the fishes and could only see some small fishes following me. Was the bait useless? So many thoughts came to my head.

Then voila, like a magician trick, like a strategy that worked, three of them were gone to chase after the fishes. 

The remaining three of them came even closer like 3 meters away from the raft.

Step 2 completed. 

Now, Step 3 remains.

I grabbed the big fish which I caught earlier and did the same as I did for the smaller fish. I poked my thumb in its belly making a hole and pulling my thumb to the tail of the fish. I grabbed whatever intestine and blood I found and rubbed it around my hands like sunscreen. The excess of the intestine I added it to the remaining bait I had form Step 2. One hand holding the big bleeding fish while the other held the remaining bait. 

I took a deep breath. Looking at my dinner/ foe, I plunged my hands in the ocean. The waves while they refracted or reflected whatever I was seeing, I hoped I was quick enough to not get bit. The three of them didn't act any different but they came close like dangerously close. 1 meter from biting my hands off close.

I let go of my hand holding the bait. My dominant right hand. And slowly took it out of the water. They got even closer. I knew for a fact that they are faster, in both reaction and speed in water. My left hand which held the fish wasn't safe. I couldn't keep up with their speed. So I slowly raised it while l slowly let go of my finger of the fish. 

The trio bastards were getting closer. Fuck it. I let go of my hand and the fish as quick as I can. Maybe it was because of quick action or something else they attacked the place where my hand was. 

Did they attack after they saw me pull my hands or did I pull my hands milliseconds quicker than their attack? I don't know and I don't have the time to think. 

I grabbed the small fish and threw it on the end of the raft while I stood on the another corner of the raft.

Maybe it was a sign or something. The bastard came onto the raft. One bastard. Bitch! I am gonna show you my weight class. 

Yea I guess. I had that thought a little too soon. I forgot this wasn't 1 v 1. Another bastard jumped on the raft. Ahem! Weight class stopped meaning anything in that time.

And how could I forget the third bastard. I don't know if he was a little too heavy or if the three bastards weighed a ton. Something out of plan happened. The bastard jumped too high and landed on the raft.

The raft like a seesaw started going down to the bastards side. And yea I started going up and fuck me dead but I started hating see saw from that moment. 

So now here I am moments before the raft flipped on my head while I hold onto the logs for dear life. 

In the water no way am I gonna win. And the raft flipping on me would do more than put me in disadvantage it would disorient me causing death. 

Fuck it. Maybe a second before the raft flipped I jumped into the ocean. And I held my breath, opened my eyes so wide to see the trio bastards. 

Was it luck? Two bastards were slammed in the head by the raft flipping leaving them disoriented even sinking and the remaining one, that bastard that was looking quite menacing under the water. 

It swam towards me and o boy it was quick. Life or death. It opened its jaws. And I did what the youtube shorts taught me when fighting sharks. Sucker punch its nose. 

So I punched. The punch felt slow, slowed down by water. The bastard was fast. 

O did I mention I don't know how to swim nor can I hold my breath underwater like a scuba pro.

Yea should have learned swimming otherwise I wouldn't have lost my ring and pinky fingers of my dominant hand to the bastard.