Eric Meets His Match

Whoosh! That was the only sound you could hear in the ocean as Eric shot through the water. He loved the feel of the salt water running through his gills. Already he could hear the stranded surfer as he treaded the water trying to keep from being attacked by a pack of blue sharks. As he neared the pack he could see he had three feet easy on the pack leader. The blue sharks swam in a circle, and with the sun reflecting off their backs they looked like a disco ball spinning near the surface. Eric decided not to attack because he was outnumbered, but he couldn’t get through the pack’s tight circle without slamming into a blue sharks flank. The shark didn’t know what hit him and looked around for his attacker but Eric was too fast. One second he was grabbing the surfer and the next he was setting the surfer on a nearby sandbar. Eric could see the orange surfboard bobbing in the waves a couple yards away. He went and retrieved it then slipped the surfer on. In the ocean water Eric’s muscles were as big as bowling balls, so with one push he had the surfer safely on his way to the beach. He knew that if he swam to shore he wouldn’t be able to keep his dorsal fin under the water and would have every single person on the beach making a beeline to their house, so he jetted around to the other side of the island. He reached his house just as his mother called him in for dinner. As Eric aged, his appetite had gotten bigger and he easily polished off four catfish fillets. Then he brushed his teeth (even though his teeth were as white as pearls) and quietly slipped into bed. He could hear his parents in the kitchen reading the article about a surfer that was saved from a pack of blue sharks by what he described as a twenty foot long half megadalon half dolphin creature with huge arms and… freckles? Doctors decided he was too dehydrated and had hallucinated it all, but the surfer still believed his theory saying he was perfectly fine and was saved by the nicest creature in the sea. Eric slowly drifted off to sleep with a grin gled to his face.
After school Eric walked home and told his parents he was going for a swim. His parents told him to watch out for sharks even though they knew as well as him that there hadn’t been a shark attack in years. “Hmmmm wonder why,” Eric chuckled to himself as he headed out the door. After walking a half mile Eric entered the beach at the now empty west dock and instantly felt better as he zipped through the water. The feeling didn’t last long because he soon felt as if he was being watched. Something else was strange too; there wasn’t a school of tuna in sight. He was almost scraping the sea floor when the faint smell of blood started dancing at his nostrils. He instantly sped forward and that’s when he saw his stalker. He saw a sleek black tail slip behind a cluster of coral and instantly gave chase. Eric might have been as fast as a lighting bolt thrown by Zeus but he couldn’t gain on the mysterious shark, but he wasn’t losing any on it either. In the short second Eric thought this his brain put two and two together. The moderately sized pectoral fins, the sleek shape, the speed; it was a mako, the fastest shark in the sea. Although Eric’s brain always came through for him, he always got straight A’s on his report cards, but this time he almost wished his brain hadn’t come through for him. “Friend or foe?” yelled Eric hoping the mako would reply friend. But the mako didn’t say friend, though he didn’t say foe either. Great, thought Eric to himself, now I have the only shark that can match my speed right on my fins. Eric swam unusually slowly toward the beach as he pondered what had just happened. Eric still wasn’t sure about the meeting with the mako that afternoon but he knew one thing for sure, something weird was going on and Eric was determined to find out what it was.
The next day as Eric was leaving the school the Kaitlin, the Junior High head cheerleader, came up to Eric to congratulate him on his win on the swim team and the baseball team. “I don’t know how you can play four different sports and still have time to take piano lessons and hang out with your friends,” she said and Eric could feel her perfume stinging his eyes. “Well it’s not always easy but I like doing them all so I do what I can for each one, even though they get in the others way sometimes. I could probably still do some others,” bragged Eric as he headed out the school towards his house. “I bet you could how athletic and talented you are!” yelled Kaitlin as Eric headed down the sidewalk. After reaching his front porch Eric asked his parents if he could go for a swim again today. They didn’t let him go until he showed them he had aced his science test. Eric didn’t tell them that he had finished it in ten minutes because he knew his mom wanted him to take his time. He could’ve aced the test with his eyes closed though because it was on ocean currents and waves. Eric exited the house and wove his way through crowds of people on his way to the west dock. He shot into the water off the dock and wasn’t paying any attention when he scared a surfer out of his wits. Whoops, Eric thought as he swam even faster. Again he didn’t see a fish but could smell blood. He followed the scent to an abandoned reef that still had spirals of blood swirling through the water. He looked up just in time to see a gang of silver tails disappear behind a sunken ship. The weirdest thing was that he didn’t know one of those sharks, and not one of those sharks’ tails was black. “Friend,” said something behind Eric. He tried not to act surprised but the Mako had scared him half to death. Right that second both sharks knew they weren’t going to figure this out alone, they were doing this together.
After having a chat with the mako inside of the sunken ship, Eric was given a bunch of information. He now knew that the tails he had seen belonged to a gang of sharks that called themselves the Silver Strikers. He also was informed that the head shark’s name was Harvey, and he had 12 minions that went around with him and wreaked havoc on any reef in sight until they were full. “Harvey isn’t very fast but he is super strong,” said the mako. “He claims to be the son of a megadolon even though everyone knows he’s just a big great white.” “Do you think we can beat them if we attack?” asked Eric. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we did beat them, I saw you rescuing that surfer from that pack of blues, you’re pretty incredible,” the mako said praising Eric. Not wanting all the praise Eric replied, “You’re pretty incredible yourself. I mean you gathered all this information, you’re the fastest shark in the sea, and you can hide better than any fish or human I know. “Then it’s settled, we’ll follow the Silver Strikers and attack before they know what hit them,” said the mako. “Sounds good to me,” answered Eric. “All right see you tomorrow,” said the mako. As he was heading out the hole in the ship’s side Eric quickly asked “What’s your name?” “Mark,” said the mako. “Mine’s Eric!” yelled Eric. Then he smiled, he now had a sidekick, and he knew it was tail they were going to kick.
Eric left to meet Mark at seven o’ clock because it was a weekend, but he left a note on the counter that said he had had breakfast and was going to meet with a friend. Eric reached the ship and decided to try to sneak up and scare Mark. As he was sneaking to thee top deck of the sunken ship Mark snuck up behind him ad said boo. Eric almost fell on the deck dead which just made Mark laugh even harder. “You should’ve seen your face,” laughed Mark, “It was priceless!” “How do you do that?” asked Eric. “Just a skill I get from being a mako,” replied Mark. After they left the ship there was hardly any conversation between them as they tried to track down the sharks. Soon enough they had spotted the sharks heading for a reef. They snuck behind an overgrown anemone and Eric asked Mark where they were. “Somewhere near the middle of the Atlantic Ocean,” whispered Mark. Eric wondered how long it would take him to swim home and decided to remind himself to time himself after they had taught these sharks a lesson. He turned to Mark to ask him when they were going to attack but all he saw was a hammerhead shark torpedoing toward his right flank. Just then Mark appeared out of nowhere and ripped the shark’s dorsal fin off. The shark started falling to the seafloor and blood filled the water. Just then a bull shark appeared behind Mark and Eric jetted forward and ripped a hunk out of the shark’s side, right where his gills were. That shark also fell to its death. Two down ten to go thought Eric. Suddenly nine sharks circled Mark and Eric. Here comes the fun, Eric thought as he charged towards an ocean whitetip.
Eric slammed into the whitetip’s flank, paralyzing it for a couple seconds. Eric then turned and ripped off the shark’s tail. Eric turned to see Mark dodge an attack from a tiger shark, swim under it, and bite a chunk out of the shark’s stomach. Suddenly a lemon shark attacked Eric from below. Eric rolled sideways and bit off the shark’s pectoral fin. While he was trying to figure out how many sharks were left Eric saw the outline of a shark coming towards him through a huge pillow of blood. The gray reef shark swam directly towards Eric. While Eric tried to figure out how stupid this shark was he saw Mark come and bite the sand tiger shark that was sneaking up on Eric right where sand tigers store air and the shark instantly fell towards the sea floor. The gray reef shark retreated but wasn’t fast enough and Eric was on him ripping off his gills. Five left thought Eric, then corrected himself as he saw Mark rip a blue shark to pieces. The four sharks not counting Harley that were left tried retreating but three of them couldn’t make it out without getting they’re fins torn off. The last shark, which was a smaller great white made it out unharmed. Mark and Eric turned when they heard a low voice talking. “Well well look at what we have here. A mako shark and an um what exactly are you?” asked Harley. Eric didn’t answer. “So it’s going to have to go down like this. What a shame, you two would make a good couple of minions. Now that all mine are dead I’m going to need some new ones now won’t I. But since you obviously won’t join me I guess I’ll have to turn you into shark stew.” said Harley. The great white charged the sharks and they both dodged the attack. Eric swam up behind Harley but Harley just rolled out of the way. Eric now knew defeating this shark would be as hard as trying to strangle the shark with a piece of string.
Eric saw Mark charging Harley form the left and Eric charged from the right. Harley slapped Mark away with his tail like a fly and sent Mark scrambling through the water. Eric on the other hand hit Harley with all he had and the two sharks started wrestling. Both sharks were just as strong as the other, and in combat it sounded as if there were hydrogen bombs being dropped one by one into the ocean. Eric had the upper hand for a while, but Harley was pretty fast for his size. After dodging an attack where Eric nearly ripped off his dorsal fin, Harley turned and swatted Eric with all he could. Eric went spinning through the water until he hit the ocean floor with such strength and force that a huge underwater mountain was formed, a mountain bigger than any other mountain in land or water. Dazed Eric just laid there and listened to Harley’s laughter. But Harley wasn’t laughing for long. There was a flash of black as Mark slammed into Harley’s flank, paralyzing the shark for a few seconds. A few seconds was all the mako needed to rip off Harley’s dorsal and pectoral fin. The body of the great white went spiraling to the sand and landed amongst the bodies of his comrades and added to the billow of blood in the water. Mark rushed over to Eric but couldn’t get there to drag him out before a section of the underwater mountain fell on Eric, leaving nothing but his dorsal fin showing. Mark watched in hope as the rocks shifted, but no one came out from underneath the rubble. Mark started moving the rocks one by one until he got to the body of the toughest shark Mark had ever known. He laid Eric on his back and swam towards the beach to drop the body off.
When Eric awoke the next morning he didn’t know why he was in a hospital bed, nor where anybody was. All he knew was that more than anything he wanted to go for a swim. He rolled out of his bed, walked through the swinging doors, and was greeted by his parents in the lobby. “Are you okay?” asked Eric’s parents in unison. “I, I think so what happened and why am I here?” questioned Eric. “You tell us,” they replied, “All we know is that you didn’t show up for dinner so we went to look for you at the beach. When we got there we saw your body lying there unconscious. We rushed you to the hospital where we were told you would be alright. The doctors figured whatever had happened to you you probably wouldn’t remember what happened and I guess they were right,” Eric’s mom said, “Can I go to the beach? I think I might remember what happened after being there,” explained Eric. After a couple minutes of begging Eric’s parents finally gave in but told him to be careful. After promising he would Eric walked towards the west dock relieved to finally be able to swim. But when he entered the water nothing happened, Eric was still human and that’s when it hit him. Mark, the silver strikers, the fight, Harley, Eric being thrown to the ground, Mark tearing Harley to pieces, the rocks falling on Eric, and Mark carrying Eric to the beach where Eric became unconscious. Then he realized… he would never be a shark again.

School Uniforms

As you drive past the school you catch a glimpse at the bus riders. Each boy is wearing khaki pants and a blue polo. Each girl that exits the school is wearing a plaid skirt and white polo. They look civilized, but not totally ecstatic. School uniforms are implemented mostly to exonerate harassment because of kids’ clothes, distractions, and to make the students look neat.
Over the years a kid being harassed for his or her clothes has been a big issue. Because of this, many kids have hated their appearance and sometimes even committed suicide. According to Pennlive.com, a fourteen-year-old named Brandon Bitner, a straight A student and very talented violinist, jumped in front of a RV on the highway so he didn’t have to endure another few years of being called sissy and other inappropriate names in school. Every day if you look close enough you will see kids being bullied for what they are wearing. There are many other reasons to put school uniforms in play. Reasons that involve the jewelry kids wear nowadays.
Teachers have had to take away more and more jewelry from kids because they are distracting them from their work. Not only do they distract the kid that is wearing the jewelry, but the clinking and clanking can also distract other kids. This is one of the main reasons more and more schools are getting school uniforms. According to socyberty.com, some of the new fads such as silly bands have been banned because of expense, envy, and most importantly distractions. Because of these distractions during school lessons, many kids test scores also drop. There is another reason to get school uniforms, but before we go to this issue, ask yourself do you think kids look more mature or neat in khakis and polo’s or in the tattered jeans and messy shirts that kids think are cool today.
The clothes kids wear today are getting more and more inappropriate. Some stores don’t even let their workers wear some of the clothes they sell. Kids think that pants with holes, shirts with holes, and shirts that start at the upper arms are the clothes that are “in.” If we don’t get school uniforms then kids won’t think they are cool, but are instead dweebs because their parents can’t afford the clothes that are “in.” The schools will look more organized and civilized when they are wearing the clothes they will be wearing when they grow up. They need to get into the habit of wearing nice and neat clothes so they will look good enough to be hired at a job interview. But many kids think otherwise.
Many girls are upset about the idea of school uniforms because every once in a while, their families go out to the mall and buy school clothes. They think that school uniforms will get rid of this tradition but even though the clothes they buy will be way different, they can still go and get clothes together. Just because they can’t buy the clothes that are “in”, they can still carry on the tradition. They also think they can’t express themselves if we get uniforms, or won’t be able to show off their clothes. Are there not other ways to express yourself, and why show off your clothes? Showing off your clothes makes other kids feel bad about them because they don’t have those clothes or their parents can’t afford them. Kids also are concerned for the expense, but that’s ridiculous too.
Many kids are worried about having to spend too much money on school uniforms. That’s a horrible excuse because the clothes they wear now are about fifty dollars, while they can go to Wal-Mart and get the same clothes that are just as good for ten dollars. Kids are also concerned about having to get rid of all the clothes they have now. Even if that is the case, they can hand them down to their relatives, or keep them and wear them over the weekend. The kids that are against uniforms need to do some thinking about how to solve their problems before turning their back on uniforms and thinking their problems are insolvable.
For all these reasons, I think that Concordia Elementary School should get school uniforms. They will get rid of most of the harassment that happens in our schools and even in our neighborhoods. School uniforms will get rid of many of the distractions that help our test scores drop and also get rid of our sports eligibility. Last but not least, we will look like a neat and organized school, and uniforms will help represent our school well in school events where we go to other schools like in Science Olympiad and math relays. See if you look at your problems and actually try to solve them, you can realize just how helpful school uniforms can be!

My Christmas poem.

Grandma Got Revenge


Last Christmas was a blast,
I got presents like that,
But no one believed what grandpa told them,
When grandma was out sprawled in the grass.

But this year was all different,
The opposite as a matter of fact.
Because in the backyard,
Was a man in red that was fat.

There were high heel prints in his forehead,
And deer with tire marked hips.
And his red sleigh had graffiti,
Made with old red lip stick.

Now mom and dad are the crazy ones,
And grandpa and I are the non believers,
And no one can explain why,
In the hood of granny’s car,
There are some kind of antlers or feelers.

This is my heritage poem.

The Golden Watch

Hanging high up in the cupboard,
Being crowded by lots of china,
There hangs a golden watch,
Waiting to be handed down again.

It sits there and tells me,
I’ll be yours someday soon,
But I don’t know what time,
It could be morning or afternoon.

I want to inherit the watch I know,
But the reason to get it I don’t,
So it brings me my one fear,
Its becoming closer to me every year.

Here is my nonsense poem. I hope you find it empty of sense.

Crazy Plane Ride


As I sat on a humongous bird,
And looked out the window at the metal wings,
I saw a flying vehicle that was quite absurd,
It was being driven by some funny lookin’ things.

There were some huge brown dogs with sticks in their head,
Driving a fat pudgy man that was dressed all in red.
And as the pilot looked down below,
The pilot in red hollered HO HO HO!

Then the pilot I thought had gone mad,
When he went on hollering dad.
And the old man gave a shout,
And in presents came and the windows were no longer stout,
So that all the passengers flew out

I made this poem just because.

Man in the Trees

Sometimes I think that I can see
A man hiding up in the trees
But every time I pass those trees
He just laughs and laughs at me
So I think and think and think again
For a reason for me to laugh at him

Here is my longest poem ever,150 words and 24 lines. Inspired by J. Patrick Lewis's Sensational Seasons

Holidays Holidays

January is a new year;
To me February is a big red heart,
Flying from human to human
Giving love a new start.

March is as green as a four leaf clover;
April is the clover’s life saving shower,
Running around pouring rain,
Soaring from flower to flower.

May’s a mother being praised;
June’s a waving flag,
Flying high in red, white, and blue
Like a dog’s tail going wag wag wag.

July is a symphony of fireworks;
August is a dancing leaf,
Prancing and dancing toward the ground
Hitting the ground of grass surrounded by a green reef.

September is a labor free day;
October is a 10 year old ghoul,
Getting and eating candy just like that
Just happy to be out of school.

November’s a turkey big and plump;
Just waiting to be put on a platter,
But compared to December’s presents
The others to me don’t matter.

Here is my metaphor poem,I hope you get a laugh out of it.

Hienadils

As I wandered o’er the lonely hills
And walked along the sea.
I saw a patch of daffodils
Just watching and staring at me.
I slowing approached with glee,
But they just laughed at me.
They were hyenas laughing their hearts out with glee,
But I was a stone cold snake with no teehee.
So that’s why in that patch of daffodils I planted a patch of weeds.

Here is my iamb poem, The Little Ravine

Way way down deep in the valley of green,
Down there, there rests a little tiny ravine.
And when a hot summer is close at hand,
By the little ravine the deer will stand.
By the little ravine kids stomp and shout,
So from the green trees birds fly out.
But way way down deep in the valley of green,
Down there where there rests a little ravine.
That there when it is winter’s turn to come,
The little kids play till’ their hands are numb.

Here is my simile poem!

Cats
Jaguars and lions, they’re really all the same,
Both go out at night like robbers, and both stalk their prey.
They hide in the grass like ants and beetles,
Then jump on their pray with claws full of needles.
They then take home their prize,
To feed their hungry little eyes.
The day is finally over for them,
Until they awake again to teach their kittens
How to get food with their little mittens.

Here is my poem on grandparents for grandparents day

Grandparents

You may think that you have grandparents,
That when it comes to you they don’t care.
But what you probably don’t realize,
Is that at your side they’re always there.
You may think that you’re abandoned,
Or left in a really tough world alone.
You may feel like an unloved dog,
That won’t even be given a bone.
But what your missing is a big thing,
It’s that you actually have some.
So while they're here on Earth,
Go on with them and have some fun.

Here is my serious Thanksgiving poem. Thanks for reading it!

Lives full of blessings

We have so many blessings,
That we don’t realize at all.
Things like our houses,
No matter big or small.
We have food to fill our tummies,
Yes we have food to spare.
So many blessings we have,
Like grandparents and parents that take care.
Many things different sizes,
Blessings the size of a hair.
So we should thank God for those blessings,
For those things kids don’t have there.

Here is my Thanksgiving funy poem, please enjoy!!!

Thanksgiving Platter

The call goes gobble gobble,
And the turkey gobbles back.
He appears out of the trees,
And the 12 gauges bead is on its neck.
The shotgun then goes boom,
And all the bullets splatter.
The man feels bad about shooting God’s creature,
But the feelings are gone when the turkey’s on a silver platter.

Here's My Attempt at a Ryhming Poem, Please Enjoy

The maple trees arms reach out as if
To give the little bird’s nest a lift,
They reach their arms up to the clouds
As if to the clouds they must bow down,
Little nests their branches hold
Little nests made of branches of gold,
And inside the nest what else would there be
Other than a bluebird baby.

Poetry

Today We Began a Poetry Unit.
I think poetry can be boring to read sometimes but when you get a good idea it can be fun to write. Notice I said sometimes it can be boring because I like to read humorous poetry. I like poetry that has a beat or rhythm and poetry I can associate with myself. Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite poets.
We read Love That Dog by Sharon Creech.
Pause #1: Kids see poetry through different eyes. They think of poetry differently. The kid’s think it should rhyme, some don’t think it has to, some don’t even care. Most of them think it’s a waste of time. He can write poetry but is too afraid to share their gift.
Pause #2: Some kids like to write poetry, some like small poetry, and some like lengthy poems. He thinks poems have one shape or way to be written or typed.
Pause #3: He doesn’t quite understand poetry but he’s starting to come through. He’s making poetry by saying what he remembers about his pet but no matter how good he is getting at it he won’t say ho wrote it. People are starting to notice his writing. Now he’s starting to decorate it.
Pause #4: He’s starting to like poetry and noticing how it can be shaped differently. He is willing to put his name on his poetry and doesn’t want anyone to not write their names on theirs. He is starting to really enjoy poetry and is having fun making his own and reading others.
Pause #5: He’s not worried that he was copying words of a poet. He kind of wants to meet some of his favorite authors. He wrote a letter to see if he’ll come to their school. Now the boy is angry because it could take months for him to come or even answer the letter.
Pause #6: The boy is making poetry but he doesn’t even know it. Now he wants to type his own poems. He learned about spell check and wants to take typing lessons. Now he’s opening up and typed his own poem that was a pretty sad one about his dog Sky.
End: Walter Dean Meyers is coming and the room is full of poems and books by Walter Dean Meyers. Walter came and the boy loved the poems, the way he smiled, and even the way he laughed. Walter didn’t care and actually liked that the boy was inspired by his words. The boy wrote Walter a thank you letter that was full of poems written by Jack.

Jack got his inspiration from his teacher, the poet Mr. Walter Dean Meyers, other poems he read, and from things he remembered about his dog Sky. Here is my attempt to write a poem. It was inspired by the Jack’s apple shaped poem. If it were on paper I would make it a candle shape.

Jack was nimble Jack was quick, Jack jumped over the candle stick. But what if Jack didn’t make it? Jack’s bottom, the candle would bake it.

Candle candle burning bright,
Giving off a blinding light.
Candle candles wax is shrinking,
Now the candle is stinking.
To the store to get a new one,
Grab the one that smells like a honey bun.
Candle candle smell is delightful,
Dance by candlelight til’ it’s nightfall.

It's Friday the 13th Again

Readers beware you're in for a scare!I hope my story will thrill you!
“Mom, do I have to cut my hair?”Whined Shawn. “Yes you do,” said Carrie, Shawn’s mom. “Here’s ten dollars, just tell Claire how you want it cut, but don’t wander off to the toy store and come back still looking like a wooly mammoth,” she said. “Don’t worry,” Shawn said looking innocently into his mom’s sky blue eyes in the middle of her pale but smooth face. Then she flipped her hair and told Shawn,” Okay I believe you but be back before 3:00!” she said as he was heading out the big blue door. Outside the house the air was humid, with a cool breeze that sent goose bumps down his arms. Perfect weather for some football, Shawn thought as he continued his path down the cracked pavement. On the way to his cut, he walked by the electronics store and watched the headlines of the news on the televisions in the big store glass window. The front story was Joe Harvey; the barber of their town was put in prison after murdering three customers. He had escaped from prison and was yet to be found. Harvey, Harvey, it sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite put is finger on it. DING! Oh now he remembered, Harvey was Claire’s last name, the barber must be her husband. He watched as the date, Friday, September 13, 2022. Friday the thirteenth, he thought adding more goose bumps to his arms. Then he continued on his way. As he reached the big red door, he opened it to be greeted by the cheery ding ding of a bronze bell on the door. “Hey Claire,” Shawn said. “The usual?” Claire asked. “Yep,” Shawn replied. He sat down on a padded chair and waited while Claire collected her buzzers. Then she started buzzing his brownish blonde hair that he had inherited from his dad. All of a sudden the phone rang. Claire looked at him and said, “one minute”. On her way to the phone Claire stomped on the floor and a big hole opened in the floor.”It’s fine honey, “Claire said.”I just need you to cut Shawn’s hair while I take this call.” Out of the hole rose the identical twin of the murderer on television. He looked dazed and terrified and his eyes darted every which way. Joe opened his mouth like he was going to speak when Claire screamed “NOW.” A terrified look came over the man’s face as he rushed behind me, grabbed the buzzer. “You didn’t kill them did you?” Shawn said but Claire was there throwing Joe into the huge mirror in the wall. Then she pushed him again, this time through the huge salon window and Joe ended up limp on the road. Then Claire looked at Shawn and said “I’ll be back,” as she grabbed a buzzer, took some skin off his cheek and ran. “And that’s how I got this scar”, 73 year old Shawn told his grandkids. And as he left the room, he could’ve sworn he could hear a buzz.

Mako Sharks

We wrote expository essays in class. Please read mine on Mako Sharks.

Dudu, dudu, dududududududu!!!! Ahhhh! Wait a minute, that’s not Jaws it’s a Mako shark. Isn’t it such a unique animal? Why? Because their physical features, reasons for classification and aggressiveness make them one of the most beautiful and most feared sharks in the world.
Mako sharks are very marvelous creatures. The only other shark that could even compare to the beauty of the Mako would be the Blue Shark. Why are they so beautiful you ask? Well because their wet skin and fins are a purplish blue color, almost an indigo, which turns silvery on the sides and fades to a white stomach. They aren’t as big as Great Whites because they only weigh 1,000 pounds and average up to 7-8 feet but can grow up to be 12 feet! What they lack in size though they make up for in speed. Makos are the fastest of all sharks because they have the ability to swim up to 60 mph, but they prefer to swim about 35mph. That and the fact that they are very territorial make them one of the dangerous, if not the most dangerous, according to the National Geographic channel website. Their fins and gills, two of their most important physical features, give them the ability to live underwater, also causing them to be classified as a fish.
Out of all the different animal kingdoms, a Mako Shark is a fish for many reasons. One, because it lives in open waters 500 meters deep where they swim alone. Another reason these cold blooded creatures are fish is because to breathe, they have to keep moving forward so the sea water passes through their gills allowing them to breathe. That is why sharks are always found swimming. One of their traits is a little misleading though. The trait is that the mothers give birth to the babies, also called pups, which are born alive instead of in eggs. Surprisingly though, after the mother gives birth to them, she leaves them by themselves to eat each other. That’s one of the reasons not as many survive. Another reason why they don’t survive is because their amazing speed makes them wanted by fisherman. Having a Mako’s head isn’t an easy task. It takes a lot of skill and patients and can sometime lead to tragedy.
Mako sharks have caused havoc plenty of times around the world. Some fatal attacks and some that weren’t killer, just causing injuries. These attacks aren’t because they are vicious or murderous, it’s because Mako’s are very territorial creatures. Mako mishaps don’t always go in the sharks favor though. According to George Probst, the writer for The Dorsal Fin, on March 30, 2011, a group of men were in a boat 50 miles off shore when an eight foot, three hundred plus pound Mako jumped into their boat. Luckily, none of the men were injured and after four hours of waiting the Mako finally died from being out of water so long. The reason for the shark to jump into the boat is believed to be that the Mako thought it was a huge fish and was trying to scare it away when he ended on the floor of the ship. This story shows very well how territorial these creatures are.
Mako sharks are one of the most beautiful marvelous creatures in the world. This is because of their extra ordinary physical features, ways to be classified as a fish, and aggressiveness. I hope that you now share the dream with me of Mako sharks being able to find a way to outsmart fisherman without harming humans or themselves.