Shark Tamer

Alvin and his group had been here for four days. All the women except Jessica had gone with the boy named Harry to take care of his parents' funeral arrangements.

Frank had volunteered to try to "tame" the Megalodon. Over the past few days, he'd already figured out a few things. From what they'd seen so far, at the very least, getting the Megalodon to change direction was no longer a problem.

In Frank's experience, "pain" worked on every living thing. The only difference was how much pain you had to inflict!

The usually taciturn, cold-hearted soldier had started to find this fun over the past few days. Now he even felt like joking around with the kids.

As the Megalodon drew closer, the killer whale family charged over as if they'd been given a shot of adrenaline, swaggering around to show off. But when the Megalodon opened its mouth to fight back, they turned tail and fled in a cowardly flash.

Nick felt the big fish tugging harder on his fishing rod. A little annoyed, he called out to Frank, "Get the shark to move away, Frank! You're going to scare off my big catch..."

Frank grinned. He made the Megalodon sway its body and dive underwater, and a few seconds later, Nick felt the tension on his line ease.

The big fish was being driven toward the yacht.

Reeling in hard, Nick irritably asked Richard, "What's this supposed to be? Does this even count as us catching the fish ourselves?"

Richard watched Frank ride the shark as he surfaced, looking envious. Holding the fishing rod with both hands, he said to Nick, "If that were my dad, I'd be over the moon."

Nick kept reeling and called out, "Then you should call your old man. As long as