"He's out there, Sam," Captain Hammer said as he pulled his slimline telescope from its leather sheath and stared out across the ocean. "And I'm going to catch him."
"What's out there?" Sam asked, hesitantly, shuffling from one foot to the other.
Captain Hammer paused. "My future," he said. "All nine hundred pounds of him."
Captain Hammer snapped the telescope shut and marched below deck leaving Sam with a bemused look on his face.
"He's in pursuit, lad," snapped Grim the deckhand, "of the elusive Mambo Snapper, and its fame and fortune."
"Mambo Snapper?" said Sam.
"Yeah, though everyone onboard thinks it's a myth, an old sea legend. I mean who would believe that a fifty foot fish exists."
Sam stared out at the stern of the ship. His jaw dropped. "I do. Because it's chasing us."
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