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Jay’s Shark Tale
A‘o
To learn; coach; teach; advise.
“The waves were junk,” Jay started. “I was just drifting on my board. Frankie was paddling out. The light was bright. I could see the bottom, forty, fifty feet down. The day was warm, but then all of a sudden, I got chicken skin. I don’t know why; I wasn’t cold, the wind wasn’t blowing. I rubbed my arms and looked down in the water. That’s when I saw it.”
“Saw what?” asked Lili.
“The bullet shape. It was huge. Bigger a whale, I think.”
“What? No way! Cannot,” Lili scoffed.
“Can,” Jay said. “Was. No joke. No shibai. It cruised in from deep water and was headed toward Piko Point.”
“Jay,” said Uncle Kahana, “was that when you yelled ‘shark’ and came flying in like Jaws was on your ‘okole?”
“No,” said Jay. “I was shocked. My chi
