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Finan the Flying Tuna
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InTheNightlight PM
His entire family was dead. The only one to take him in was a scarred old fish. And his main enemy was one hundred times larger than him. But little does he know that he will soon be looked to in order to save the sea. Thus does his journey begin.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Suspense - Words: 389 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-15-10 - id: 2785655
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Finan the Flying Tuna is based off of a conversation I had once. This story is dedicated to any of my friends that happen to read this.

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A small, blue tuna fish was swimming, something that was not unusual. He seemed worried, for some reason. He swam around, sometimes in circles, sometimes figure eights.

Then, he gasped, and shot off into the deep blue. He swam around the reefs, where he lived with the rest of the native tuna. He tried knocking on the doors, but no one ever answered. He began worrying even more and glided into his house. He called, "H-Hello?"

"Finan?" He heard a groan from the hall. He swam in, only to regret doing so. There floated his older brother, on his side, a deep gash where his fin once was. "Finan..."He groaned. "Swim...Finan—SWIM!" And then, his brother floated upward, upside-down. Finan felt tears escape his eyes as he backed up. Then, he heard the one noise that indicated that whatever wiped out the tunas was still nearby...

...In the house.

It was a growl. Finan turned slowly, only to be face to face with one of the tuna's greatest predators—the monstrous Great White. Three rows of teeth, a scarred dorsal fin, and the one sign that told Finan who it was; a scar on its eye.

It was the infamous murderer, TunaFlesh. His main diet: The Aztecean Tuna. Finan screamed and swam away, as fast as he could. As he was swimming, he was pulled into an abandoned ship. A voice whispered, "Shh..." The shark looked around, and left, not sensing anything edible. Finan looked around, only to be face to face with another, larger tuna. He had an eye-patch and a scar on his side. His dorsal fin was also frayed a bit.

"You okay, kid?" Finan, too shocked to speak, nodded. "Good. The name's SpineFin. What's yours?" He was still unsmiling. Finan didn't speak. "Come on, kid. I know you can speak, I heard you scream."

Finan gulped. "F-Finan, Mr. SpineFin."

"That's JUST SpineFin." He looked out. "Come on. We can't stay here forever. Follow me." Finan was always told not to talk to strangers, but he was too shocked and grateful to be skeptical.

He followed.

TBC

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