A beautiful pinguin, penguin rested in her deep, shady domain. Lullabied oleh the steady rythmn of the waves, she remained still. Her acute senses picked them up right away. They were coming for her, once again, and she knew it.
This time, it would be different, though: she would be free, atau so she thought. It was what she had trained for, her whole hardshipped life.
In the deep ocean, she could see nothing. She relied on scent, instinct, strength, speed, stealth, and hearing alone. The perahu was coming toward her.
The usual bait they threw her, now seemed like only crumbs compared to her new diet. Her eyes flashed open. They shined to reveal her irked mood through her yellow eyes.
They locked onto the hooked snapper. Even though, it took quite a bit of strength and courage, she ignored the fish, and went on with her mission.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, she emerged from the water voluntarily. She thrusted the perahu up, out of the water. The men, with their sryinges, testubes, and puckets of toxic waste, which was going to be dumped anyway, spilled into the water. Biting one of the men, she pulled him under. He searched frantically trying to find where she was. Just then, out of nowhere, she pounced.
oleh the time she pulled her head up, the other man was already in the boat, but this time, he was calling for back-up. Her selanjutnya decision was clear: she had to get out of there and fast. What she needed was a hiding place.
The four penguins loaded their perahu for another early fishing trip. Private staggered in, clenching his stomach.
"You feeling all right, soldier?" Skipper asked, and smiled at Kowalski, who just chuckled. They knew this was just an attempt to get out of fishing.
Normally, Private would be thrilled to throw his rod in the water, and attempt to catch ikan with his team. When he heard they were going, last night, he was anxious to go. That all changed, when they saw the news that morning. Chucks Charles appeared on the screen as usual. Only this time he had a breaking news. A hiu attack occured to the east of Florida. Luckily, the hiu supposively had an attached sonar tracking device, so they could easily locate the shark. It wouldn't concern then all that much, if it wasn't heading their way at incredible speed.
Private had had a severe phobia of sharks ever since a fishing trip gone wrong with his father in Antartica. They barely escaped with their lives.
"No, I'm not. Maybe, we should postpone this fishing trip. I mean, this might be a bad sign."
"I'll say," Skipper berkata looking concerned.
"What do mean?"
"I mean, anda don't look so well. You're pretty pale. That's funny. anda didn't wake up sick."
"Yeah, that's not a good sign." Kowalski berkata playing along with Skipper.
"Huh?" Rico grunted. Kowalski nudged him with his elbow. "Oh, yeah, yeah."
"I remember, the last time, one of my men suddenly felt that way. Poor Manfreedi died that night." Skipper bluffed. He sensed Private was falling into his trap.
"I'm sure it's nothing!" Private gasped.
"I don't know, anda didn't wake up sick."
"It was uh .... breakfast! It probably didn't agree with my stomach."
"Was it breakfast atau that breaking news?" Skipper said. He had Private right where he wanted him.
"Okay, okay, I admit it, I'm a bit scared. What if something actually happens, though? What if one of us falls out? What if the hiu wrecks the boat? We'd be dead for sure!"
"The chances of being attacked oleh a hiu are less than the odds of getting struck oleh lightning." Kowalski explained.
"Yeah, holding a lightning rod. It's coming our way, Kowalski! Plus, we're a great white shark's natural prey, in the first place!" Private remarked.
"Fine, anda don't have to go on the perahu with us. anda can sit on the dock." Skipper moaned.
"I'll go get the Winkies!" Private exclaimed.
"Here, I get for trying to organize a good hari of fishing and bonding, before I ..." Skipper muttered under his breath.
"Before what?" Rico asked.
"Nothing," He answered.
"Aw, c'mon, Skipper, anda know Private didn't mean anything against us." Kowalski reasoned with Skipper.
"I know," Skipper groaned.
Private rushed in.
"Ready?" Skipper asked.
"Fish!!!!!!" Rico cheered.
It was around noon. No one was there on that perfect day, but them and the ocean, that held mysteries and secrets. The sweltering sun beamed up in the sky. Its reflection shimmered the water like gold. The waves rocked back and forth mezmorizingly.
"Well, we're here!" Skipper announced. "Everbody on the boat, who's coming."
They all boarded except for Private, who stood there both ashamed and embarrassed at the same time.
"Hey, Private. anda sure anda don't wanna come?" Skipper asked.
"I'm good, I'll feed the ikan some Winkies." Private said, trying to sound happy about his decision.
"Oh okay," he replied "be careful."
"I will, anda too. Bye!" Private called out.
They sailed off.
"This is all my fault!" He murmured.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and took everything in. The salty sea air's perfume, that was familiar to every penguin, only reminded him of where he was. A light breeze lifted his feathers. At that brief moment, he felt a wave of serenity.
While the other penguins fished on the boat, Private sat on the dock, sticking his feet in the water. The pinguin, penguin felt the ikan dash under his legs. A gust of wind nearly blew him over, scattering his Peanutbutter Winkies out of their bag.
Something smooth bumped his legs. Squinting, he peered into the water. An unfamiliar face stared into his. It was deeply sadden and filled with despair. The eyes were unforgettably a milky white. She was an astonishing creature.
Private was stunned. The rest of the team noticed.
"Private, anda okay, over there?" Skipper called.
The shivering pinguin, penguin didn't and couldn't respond. The creature became disturbed oleh the motor sound of the boat. Her tortured eyes flashed a blood red and filled with hatred. No longer than a second, did it take her to hustle off.
"Please, don't leave." Private muttered.
A few yards away, the perahu was tossed, and landed upside-down. Kowalski, Rico, and Skipper were sent into the ocean water. Blood contaminated the salty water. The penguins flailed for their lives.
"Stop! Please, let them go!" Private begged.
It was like nothing they'd ever seen, when she leaped from the perahu to the dock, right in front of Private. Her red eyes, glaring, and her beak snarling. With trembling flippers, Private reached out, offering a Winkie.
The crazed pinguin, penguin scarfed it down. Then her eyes darkened into a shade of black, and they closed. She fell back into Private's flippers.
The three pulled themselves up the dock. Skipper's leg gushed out blood. Kowalski examined it. The leader screamed in agony, but he stopped in heartbroken shock.
He found Private hovered over the monster, that had just tried to kill them.
"Thank you," She murmured sleepily, before losing conuissness.
"Private, get away from her!" Kowalski warned what Skipper thought in his head.
"Did anda see the way she jumped?! She looked like she was going in for the kill!" Skipper gasped.
"But, anda didn't see the way she looked at me. She was desperate, and looked like she needed help. She was confused at the sight of me. It was like ... she'd never seen another pinguin, penguin before. The perahu made her angry!" Private explained.
"Wha?" Rico questioned.
"Oh, so you're saying this is our fault?" Skipper jumped to a conclusion.
"No! I'm saying that, she might be lost, and has had a bad experience with boats."
"Private, I don't care! Get away!" Skipper ordered.
"But, Skipper, it's our job to help!"
"Fine! She can stay in my lab, and I'll find out why she was set off oleh that." Kowalski volunteered.
"Kowalski!" Skipper snapped.
"Please, Skipper, remember what happened with Hunter?" Private edged on.
"All right. Bring her to the lair, but be on your toes. I think she's crazy." Skipper sighed.
Kowalski and Rico hoisted the female pinguin, penguin up.
"Don't worry. Everything will be all right soon." Private whispered rubbing her shoulder. Subconsciensely, she smiled in her deep sleep.
The concerned pinguin, penguin heard a contuinous groaning sounds. His eyes shifted around, and found Skipper limping. He glanced down at his injured leg. Finally, he realized how dreadful Skipper's wound was. She bit his leg, digging so deep
anda could see a little of the bone.
This time, it would be different, though: she would be free, atau so she thought. It was what she had trained for, her whole hardshipped life.
In the deep ocean, she could see nothing. She relied on scent, instinct, strength, speed, stealth, and hearing alone. The perahu was coming toward her.
The usual bait they threw her, now seemed like only crumbs compared to her new diet. Her eyes flashed open. They shined to reveal her irked mood through her yellow eyes.
They locked onto the hooked snapper. Even though, it took quite a bit of strength and courage, she ignored the fish, and went on with her mission.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, she emerged from the water voluntarily. She thrusted the perahu up, out of the water. The men, with their sryinges, testubes, and puckets of toxic waste, which was going to be dumped anyway, spilled into the water. Biting one of the men, she pulled him under. He searched frantically trying to find where she was. Just then, out of nowhere, she pounced.
oleh the time she pulled her head up, the other man was already in the boat, but this time, he was calling for back-up. Her selanjutnya decision was clear: she had to get out of there and fast. What she needed was a hiding place.
The four penguins loaded their perahu for another early fishing trip. Private staggered in, clenching his stomach.
"You feeling all right, soldier?" Skipper asked, and smiled at Kowalski, who just chuckled. They knew this was just an attempt to get out of fishing.
Normally, Private would be thrilled to throw his rod in the water, and attempt to catch ikan with his team. When he heard they were going, last night, he was anxious to go. That all changed, when they saw the news that morning. Chucks Charles appeared on the screen as usual. Only this time he had a breaking news. A hiu attack occured to the east of Florida. Luckily, the hiu supposively had an attached sonar tracking device, so they could easily locate the shark. It wouldn't concern then all that much, if it wasn't heading their way at incredible speed.
Private had had a severe phobia of sharks ever since a fishing trip gone wrong with his father in Antartica. They barely escaped with their lives.
"No, I'm not. Maybe, we should postpone this fishing trip. I mean, this might be a bad sign."
"I'll say," Skipper berkata looking concerned.
"What do mean?"
"I mean, anda don't look so well. You're pretty pale. That's funny. anda didn't wake up sick."
"Yeah, that's not a good sign." Kowalski berkata playing along with Skipper.
"Huh?" Rico grunted. Kowalski nudged him with his elbow. "Oh, yeah, yeah."
"I remember, the last time, one of my men suddenly felt that way. Poor Manfreedi died that night." Skipper bluffed. He sensed Private was falling into his trap.
"I'm sure it's nothing!" Private gasped.
"I don't know, anda didn't wake up sick."
"It was uh .... breakfast! It probably didn't agree with my stomach."
"Was it breakfast atau that breaking news?" Skipper said. He had Private right where he wanted him.
"Okay, okay, I admit it, I'm a bit scared. What if something actually happens, though? What if one of us falls out? What if the hiu wrecks the boat? We'd be dead for sure!"
"The chances of being attacked oleh a hiu are less than the odds of getting struck oleh lightning." Kowalski explained.
"Yeah, holding a lightning rod. It's coming our way, Kowalski! Plus, we're a great white shark's natural prey, in the first place!" Private remarked.
"Fine, anda don't have to go on the perahu with us. anda can sit on the dock." Skipper moaned.
"I'll go get the Winkies!" Private exclaimed.
"Here, I get for trying to organize a good hari of fishing and bonding, before I ..." Skipper muttered under his breath.
"Before what?" Rico asked.
"Nothing," He answered.
"Aw, c'mon, Skipper, anda know Private didn't mean anything against us." Kowalski reasoned with Skipper.
"I know," Skipper groaned.
Private rushed in.
"Ready?" Skipper asked.
"Fish!!!!!!" Rico cheered.
It was around noon. No one was there on that perfect day, but them and the ocean, that held mysteries and secrets. The sweltering sun beamed up in the sky. Its reflection shimmered the water like gold. The waves rocked back and forth mezmorizingly.
"Well, we're here!" Skipper announced. "Everbody on the boat, who's coming."
They all boarded except for Private, who stood there both ashamed and embarrassed at the same time.
"Hey, Private. anda sure anda don't wanna come?" Skipper asked.
"I'm good, I'll feed the ikan some Winkies." Private said, trying to sound happy about his decision.
"Oh okay," he replied "be careful."
"I will, anda too. Bye!" Private called out.
They sailed off.
"This is all my fault!" He murmured.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and took everything in. The salty sea air's perfume, that was familiar to every penguin, only reminded him of where he was. A light breeze lifted his feathers. At that brief moment, he felt a wave of serenity.
While the other penguins fished on the boat, Private sat on the dock, sticking his feet in the water. The pinguin, penguin felt the ikan dash under his legs. A gust of wind nearly blew him over, scattering his Peanutbutter Winkies out of their bag.
Something smooth bumped his legs. Squinting, he peered into the water. An unfamiliar face stared into his. It was deeply sadden and filled with despair. The eyes were unforgettably a milky white. She was an astonishing creature.
Private was stunned. The rest of the team noticed.
"Private, anda okay, over there?" Skipper called.
The shivering pinguin, penguin didn't and couldn't respond. The creature became disturbed oleh the motor sound of the boat. Her tortured eyes flashed a blood red and filled with hatred. No longer than a second, did it take her to hustle off.
"Please, don't leave." Private muttered.
A few yards away, the perahu was tossed, and landed upside-down. Kowalski, Rico, and Skipper were sent into the ocean water. Blood contaminated the salty water. The penguins flailed for their lives.
"Stop! Please, let them go!" Private begged.
It was like nothing they'd ever seen, when she leaped from the perahu to the dock, right in front of Private. Her red eyes, glaring, and her beak snarling. With trembling flippers, Private reached out, offering a Winkie.
The crazed pinguin, penguin scarfed it down. Then her eyes darkened into a shade of black, and they closed. She fell back into Private's flippers.
The three pulled themselves up the dock. Skipper's leg gushed out blood. Kowalski examined it. The leader screamed in agony, but he stopped in heartbroken shock.
He found Private hovered over the monster, that had just tried to kill them.
"Thank you," She murmured sleepily, before losing conuissness.
"Private, get away from her!" Kowalski warned what Skipper thought in his head.
"Did anda see the way she jumped?! She looked like she was going in for the kill!" Skipper gasped.
"But, anda didn't see the way she looked at me. She was desperate, and looked like she needed help. She was confused at the sight of me. It was like ... she'd never seen another pinguin, penguin before. The perahu made her angry!" Private explained.
"Wha?" Rico questioned.
"Oh, so you're saying this is our fault?" Skipper jumped to a conclusion.
"No! I'm saying that, she might be lost, and has had a bad experience with boats."
"Private, I don't care! Get away!" Skipper ordered.
"But, Skipper, it's our job to help!"
"Fine! She can stay in my lab, and I'll find out why she was set off oleh that." Kowalski volunteered.
"Kowalski!" Skipper snapped.
"Please, Skipper, remember what happened with Hunter?" Private edged on.
"All right. Bring her to the lair, but be on your toes. I think she's crazy." Skipper sighed.
Kowalski and Rico hoisted the female pinguin, penguin up.
"Don't worry. Everything will be all right soon." Private whispered rubbing her shoulder. Subconsciensely, she smiled in her deep sleep.
The concerned pinguin, penguin heard a contuinous groaning sounds. His eyes shifted around, and found Skipper limping. He glanced down at his injured leg. Finally, he realized how dreadful Skipper's wound was. She bit his leg, digging so deep
anda could see a little of the bone.
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