The League of Sharks

The League of Sharks by David Logan Read Free Book Online

Book: The League of Sharks by David Logan Read Free Book Online
Authors: David Logan
the song he had enjoyed hearing his mother singing. He made tuneless guttural sounds from the depths of his windpipe and he knew he sounded like a constipated cow, but there was no one here to object apart from the gulls. One of them flew away but the others stayed. He reached behind and grabbed his net. He checked the areas he had spent the previous evening repairing and saw, in the cold light of day, that he had done a good job. The only way one could tell they were new was by the difference in colour. The mended sections were lighter than the old, but after half a dozen fishing trips it would all look the same.
    Garvan stood up and his little boat rocked under his immense frame. He wore nothing but a pair of old shorts cut down from a pair of trousers that once belonged to his father. They were patched so often now that there was more new material than the original. Everything he possessed now was patched, mended and repaired. His net, his boat, his cabin, his shorts. How different from his early years. Maybe one day he would once again be the first to own something. Before anyone else. Something new. Actually new and not just new to him. He paused to wonder what it might be, but nothing came readily to mind.
    He loosened his broad shoulders and started to spin the fishing net above his head, getting faster and faster and raising it higher and higher until, just at the perfectmoment, he let it go and it sailed out to sea, spreading wide as it went. Landing the optimum distance from the boat, the small weights attached to the edges started to sink and in moments the net vanished from view. Garvan wrapped a trailing rope around his arm and waited. He was perfectly still. The rope twisted around his forearm tightened as the net filled with fish. Then, all of a sudden, something much heavier and much bigger than his usual catch was scooped up below the water. Garvan knew this because he was yanked forward. His reactions were quick. His muscles tensed and he brought his powerful leg up, slamming the four toes of his right foot against the bow. He grunted and started to bring the net up, drawing it in hand over hand.
    It was too heavy and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to land it. That would be a disaster. He would have no alternative but to cut the net away and all his fine work repairing it would have been for nothing. He was determined not to let that happen. He growled with exertion and pulled harder. He could see the net coming up. Only a few more metres. He paused, breathing heavily. He took a moment to brace himself and then with an almighty tug he hauled the net into the boat.
    Garvan’s feet slipped out from under him and he fell backwards. He lay there for a few moments panting. Then he looked up. What had he snagged? What had weighed down his net? Could it be one of the big gaper fish? They still came round here, though he hadn’t caught one for a long time. He saw a black and grey shape in the middleof the net, covered with a hundred silver-green mackies flapping and writhing.
    Garvan grabbed an oar and used it to open up the net, staying a safe distance away. As the net unfurled, the fish parted and there was Junk, lying in a twisted heap. Garvan frowned and poked the lump with the end of his oar, causing Junk’s arm to slip to the side. Junk was lying on his back, but not moving and apparently not breathing. Garvan poked him again with the oar, a little harder this time. He was debating what to do. Should he throw it back in the sea? It looked dead. He poked it one last time and suddenly Junk started to cough and vomit up a huge amount of water. Garvan held up the oar as a weapon, ready to bring it down if Junk attacked.
    Junk didn’t. After all the water had evacuated his body, he opened his eyes and tried to focus. He saw Garvan looming over him. To Junk, Garvan was immense. He was easily four metres tall and about half as wide. His skin was somewhere between light brown and grey. His

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