Tim woke up feeling partially rested. He had crashed on the sand, so it wasn’t that he had been uncomfortable while he was asleep, he was comfortable, but some things were still working against his favor. His stomach felt like an empty pit, first of all, and furthermore he felt hungover, which shouldn’t be so common amongst fish, yet it was. Though not damaged, his brain had been overworked!
While he had been asleep, Skendus the sawfish, had tried his best to be helpful. He hunted and brought a slaughtered, fatty, one-meter long reef shark, for Tim to nibble on. Considering the circumstances, this may be the best time to eat a whole shark, as he really needed to eat.
He nodded at Skendus, and muttered. “s**t, for a second I thought that you killed Marlo for me there, he was a shark too,
