Baniha drifted in the shallow waters at the pier, his dorsal fin extending from the water. Even though he could easily move in the air, it felt... good... to return to the water every once in a while. He felt his strength returning, along with peace of mind, and-
The docks had been almost deserted, and boats removed at the news of a huge male bull shark in the waters. Still, the problem had to be alleviated. That is why the fisherman, harpoon in hand, had come out during his 'day off'. He raised the harpoon with a practiced air, carefully eying the solitary finand braced himself against the iron rail...
Baniha's eyes widened as he felt the sharp, sudden pain in his back. He surged out of the water, dragging an extremely surprised fisherman up into the air. He thrashed about, waving the man around like a rag doll at the end of the harpoon's rope. Baniha spun rapidly, diving down toward the sea. As they reached the water, the fisherman had the sense to let go of the harpoon and quickly return to the dock.
After a few alcoholic beverages, and time with sympathetic friends (the sort who always hang about at bars, the friends of anyone who can afford to buy a round), it would be decided that the shark had merely leaped out of the water quite a lot, and had been moving so fast that the fisherman had been kept in the air. His memories said different, but his memories were also extremely illogical, while this explanation made sense.
The harpoon would eventually be torn out in the deep ocean, but the mark on Baniha's back would remain for quite some time...