Lost & Found (A Human X Anthro Shark story) - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The tall yet intimidating being who helped me through the ocean's waves, guiding me to where I wanted to go.
Once I could feel the ocean surface with my boots connected to my suit, I was about to stumble and fall due to the sudden drag of the fuel source I was carrying.
But for some strange reason, the Anthro shark girl was able to help me, support me, and even put her hand on my chest and back to help me regain my balance. I turned slightly to see a concerned look on her face.
"Why is she concerned? She just met me. Is she genuine? Back where I lived, kindness and genuine gestures didn't exist. There was either a catch to it or something that they wanted from you. But this... this was different. She did what she did out of kindness," I thought.
I could feel that when I focused on what was ahead of me, I could sense the shark girl looking at me intently with her curious eyes.
Curious, She looked at me and asked, "Are you okay?" Her tone was curious. Yet again, I nodded.
Once I had gotten used to the replenishing gravity surrounding me, which was inside me, I was confused about how easy it was to be in this sort of gravity.
The oceans, the anthro shark that was looking before me, and after, I could feel the faint vibration of the craft I was in.
I realized that I had assumed something was impossible and that I might have been hallucinating and possibly dead.
However, after witnessing and experiencing everything that happened to me, I must have somehow entered an alternative reality, a different dimension.
Or, if I were being frank with myself. Even though I wanted to believe that there was the other possibility that I was in an eternal dream of some sort and my life would be back on earth, my soul, if I died and was brought into this world like those anime and manga fantasy stores that some fantasy obsessed nerd or dorks like to watch or read.
Where a man was killed or passed away from their mortal life, and then their life and soul were transformed into a world of fantasy, or a different life, a past life, to be exact.
But all this felt and looked so real that I had to believe I could travel to another dimension or planet.
I wasn't sure, and I wanted to take it slow, for myself and even the tall and muscular shark girl, who seemed just as confused and curious.
So, I needed to keep calm and take this one step at a time, one question at a time.
"Just...be patient and let it flow at the pace that time settles, which will invite you to be in." I thought to myself.
"Shit, that didn't sound right." I thought, shaking my helmeted head.
I could unclip the fuel source from my buckle and let it fall onto the sand, finally leaving. After taking a minute to stand up more efficiently, I looked around to see the trees, which, strangely enough, looked exactly like the ones on Earth.
"Hey..."
I turned and saw that the shark lady was slightly looking at me. I tuned in to see that she was watching as I observed everything.
She was silent, and when I got better of her, the light from the beams of the light shone upon her to get a better visual of her.
She had three gills on the two sides of her neck and a slight similarity to a regular shark back from Earth.
She also had a long yet relatively large tail behind her, which, in my world, had effects similar to those of a regular shark.
Her snout looked close to it, but her eyes looked out of a reptile. They were slightly dark grey.
And I could see a tiny hint of triangle-shaped teeth sprouting from her lips, slightly enough to know she even had similarities to an ordinary shark.
"Did they evolve from a primitive shark form, and once evolution, growth, and adoption developed, they soon started to have a full body with air and legs similar to a humanoid form?" I wondered whether this distinctive creature had evolved from a world similar to mine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, hesitant to ask me. I could blame her; this was probably unheard of to her. She was looking at me through my visor, and I feared that if I took my sun visor off or even my helmet, she would probably be traumatized by me or, even worse, disgusted.
But I would blame her if she did. I was an alien to her, just as she was to me.
I nodded to answer her question and thank her, but she couldn't see me because I was wearing an airtight suit.
I realized I was starting to breathe a liitle off, and there was no air besides the suit I was wearing. I was breathing recycled air, AKA carbon dioxide, which humans exhale, and realized I might pass out. My vision was getting blurry, and the sudden heat waves of the sun were generating heat inside my suit.
I needed to take off my helmet to avoid a heat stroke, but it was either that or showing her my true self.
Struggling to get my helmet off, I saw that she was coming over to notice that I was working with my helmet, and she came right to my aid. She could pull off the helmet from my head with incredible strength.
She was able to open the helmet security hatch. All the saltwater I was exposed to and covered in minerals must have jammed the hatch pieces that helped save and remove my helmet, but with the shark girl's strength, she could pull the hatch off.
With a bit of tug-a-war, I landed hard on the sand from the extreme forces of her taking it off. I planted hard on the sand and my back as well.
I grunted from the sudden pain from being slammed hard on the surface of the sand. I looked up only to be greeted by the piercing white light until my eyes adjusted themselves, and I could see that the anthro shark before me had wide eyes and her mouth agape to see my face, my authentic self.
I wasn't sure how this would go, so I said the same thing she said, which came out of my brain without considering what was possibly out of it when I said the only logical response.
"...Hi," I said. My tone was also filled with uncertainty, and it showed the same as when the anthro shark girl before she was staring at me, still wide-eyed as she looked at me.
Staring at one another since the sound of the waters rushing against the beach, the sound of the calm yet hearable waves, and the wind brushing up on the palm tree that stood proud and mighty above us created a small yet definable source of shade.
For the two of us, when she looked at me for a moment, I averted my gaze away from her, not wanting to make this like we were in some staring contest.
Our gazes were what felt like an eternity, and at that moment, she asked, "What...what are you?" She took a step forward; I turned to look at her. I assumed she could see more of what I looked at when she drew closer. That's when it dawned on me. She was slightly squinting, her brows furrowed, and that's when it clicked.
"Could she not see me enough? Did she need glasses?" I wondered, assuming this shark had trouble with her eyesight and couldn't see me enough.
When I looked at her, I saw her gaze, which wasn't anything threatening but a sign of curiosity.
I felt as if I was in a version of Jaws: the whole predator and prey situation or scenario, and that scared me that a taller being and possibly from the entire helmet-taking-off situation, was presumably stronger than I was and could kill with those fished webbed hands of her sand her menacing teeth.
But that's when she was reaching for something on the side of her hip but froze when what she assumed she was trying to pull out or was clipped to the side of her pants like swim and athletic tight trunks; she stopped and took a moment to look away from me and was then frantically looking for something.
She was muttering something, completely imagining me and the whole scenario of what I was; she was shivering. I could hear her say, "Where are they? I just had them clipped on my waist."
She muttered in a frantic and worried tone; the phone she turned, I noticed her menacing yet big shark tail swing around. Thankfully, with my instincts and reflexes, I was able to duck. She was kneeling on her knees, searching through the sand.
"Where are they?" she said out loud.
The situation that I assumed she was in was looking for something, and she was panicking so I could rise on my feet. With the shark not noticing, I looked around and hoped to help her find whatever she wanted.
After carefully looking around, my eyes searched the sand in hopes of finding what the Anthro shark girl was looking for, making sure not to be rude or utterly hurtful in any way,
I averted my gaze away from her and focused on anywhere I might notice that could be what she was looking for.
Suddenly, a tiny yet noticeable light shone in my eyes. Blocking it with my arms, I noticed something brushing within the water and the sand together and saw a small yet quite big set of round Coke bottle glass frames solely with the sark still not finding, to which I assumed they were her glasses.
I wanted to surprise her, so I quickly obtained enough quality, looked over the lenses, carefully picked them up, and checked that they were still intact and sufficient.
After walking over to her and hearing her slightly freak out, I wasn't sure if tapping her muscular shoulder with my gloved hand was a good idea, but I had to let her know somehow that I hoped I had found what she was looking for.
So I tapped her shoulder, which caused her to jump slightly—not too much—so she wouldn't jolt and fracture my glasses in my gloved hands.
She turned to me in an irritated way, but when she noticed my face changed in a sign of concern and a hint of fear, she saw what I was holding. Her eyes went wide in surprise, and she looked from the glasses I was wearing to me.
We stared at each other for a moment, and I asked, slightly, gesturing the glasses to her.
"Are these what you are looking for?" I asked in a hopeful tone.
She was sent from my question when she brought her dinner plate-sized hand to the glasses, and I gracefully handed them to her.
She took them gently, and with a sign of kindness in her eyes, she watched in fascination as she took the glasses. She checked them for a moment before saying, "Thank you."
I nodded in acceptance.
She looked at me then with an apologetic expression. Then, she took a minute to use the now slightly dried yet damp piece of her clothes, the end of her shirt, to help clean the lenses from the wet specks of sand and any reduced seawater.
"I apologize for my sudden behavior. These glasses mean a lot to me. They were from my mother-" she said, stopping mid-sentence.
And that's when she put them on and looked at me with more detail. She froze and could see me more clearly now.
"I'm sorry if I'm asking this again, but what are you? I've never seen a creature like you before," she said, her tone full of curiosity and a hint of fascination.
After a moment of silence, I sighed and looked down slightly. She then stopped on her knees, rubbing against the grain of sand before us. She looked at me at eye level and head level as well.
"Well, for starters, I'm what I call myself a human," I said, which puzzled the shark lady.
"Never heard of you," she said in a blunt yet still curious tone.
"Well, that answers my question in probably in a different world." I thought.
"Are you an alien?" she asked.
I looked at them with a confused look, and she slightly grimaced, seeing from the expression on her face that she might've said something insulting to me.
"Sorry, when I was young, I've always dreamed of aliens coming to our world, but I never imagined I would stumble upon one here, and they would look so...well, different from what I've imagined," She said, gesturing her free left hand to me.
Knowing and understanding, I nodded and said, "It's okay. From where I am, we had a different version of what Aliens looked like, and I'm as surprised as you are that you like similar to what you look like."
"Similar?" She asked her tone even more curious.
"Yes, we have species with anatomy similar to yours, except they are more primitive. They don't have arms or legs like you; they only have a full body, gills, and fins."
"But they swim in the deepest parts of the ocean, and they are dangerous to us, and we call them sharks," I explained, hoping to understand what I was saying. Her would make sense.
"Really?" she said, her tone surprised, and her eyes widened at the knowledge I had given her.
She slightly rose from her knees, her dinner-sized hand on her knees helping her get up; she gunned, and I wasn't sure if he needed help, but she looked at me to notice my concern, and that caused her to smile at me, a toothy shark smile, and said.
"I'm fine, but I appreciate your concern...I'm sorry, I don't think we introduced ourselves to each other," she said slightly, looking down at me. She brought her corresponding hand to me and said, "I'm Kara, Kara Jaws." She said politely, yet she still had that sign of gentleness and care in her voice.
She gave me a toothy smile, which caused something inside of me to flee, but something about her made me feel safe. After only meeting her for a few minutes, I didn't know what was best for me or if this was a situation.
Still, Kara was the only one here who could help me, and I was hoping that she would, despite my being an alien to her and coming from a different world.
After deep thought, I carefully took my gloved hand in hers, and she engulfed it, but it wasn't hard to grasp. My hand seemed to feel the sudden pressure of my small grasp, and she gave me a warm, non-teeth-exposed smile.
She gave a slow and gentle handshake; I spoke to answer her to whom I was, "Nice to meet you, Kara. I'm Michael Lightman, but you can call me Michael." I said, hoping that my way of explaining my name wasn't weird, especially to her.
Kara instead smiled at me and said, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Michael."
"Likewise."
After we broke the handshake, we were silent momentarily, and then he made a surprising suggestion.
"Michael?" she asked in a hopeful tone.
"Yes?" I asked, confused yet curious about what she was about to say.
"I... I've been thinking and don't want to bother you, but I assume you have nowhere to go."
I was hesitant and unsure of what she was implying, yet I wanted to know, so I shook my head to answer her question.
"No."
"Well..." she railed off, looking away from me, avoiding eye contact and seeming curious about something. She glanced at me for a split second before she made up her mind and looked back at me in a more stern yet friendly manner.
"I was hoping, if you don't mind, that you could stay with me for a little bit, and maybe I could help you find a way back to your world?" she asked in a kind and with the same hopeful tone.
I thought about this for a minute and then said, with a hint of hesitation.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be rude to you, and I'm sure me being with you is a good idea." I said, leaving her smile with a confused look on her face.
"Why not?" Kara asked.
"Because we just met, I'm unsure if your government has spotted me and is now looking for me. I'm scared of what they would do to me if they found me, " I said.
She came to her knees, and unexpectedly, from her sudden action, she embraced me with her arms, engulfing me.
This caused me not to feel like an inappropriate person. From my perception, I was enveloped by her chest, which allowed me to smell the ocean water and hint of some flowery scent that I wasn't sure about.
I was cut off from the fragrant smells of her body and yet to be released from her embrace. Her hand rested on my shoulder despite the edges hanging off because of how big her hands were. She looked at me through her glasses, slightly askew from her nose, giving me a stern yet comforting look.
"Micheal, for starters, A. I know we just met, but I can tell from the moment we had just now that you are good..." she trailed off.
"...person," I said to clarify what I was getting at.
"Person. And B. The government won't find you because we are on a remote, off-the-grid island, and if they do, I will do anything in my power to help you." Kara said, looking at me dead in the eye as if she were looking at the very piece of my soul.
I then nodded to her and said, "Thank you, Kara," I said.
She smiled back at me, showing her teeth in a toothy grin, but not in a menacing, gentle, non-threatening way, and said, "You welcome, Micheal."
"So... now that it's all cleared up, I think we should head to my beach house before it gets too dark."
I looked to notice that strongly enough that the sun before us was starting to set, and looking back to Kara.
"you're right,"
After saying that, Kara then started to make her way but stopped. When she noticed that I had to grab my helmet and the fuel source, once I grabbed and caught up with her, she asked me in her caring and kind angel voice. She asked, "Ready?"
"Ready."
She smiled, and we walked side by side. As we walked along the side of the beach, I observed many parts of it. I was astonished at how beautiful it was here.
But it never occurred that Kara was watching me slightly enough that I wouldn't notice her.
She seemed curious about how I looked and how much I was looking and enjoying the past views as we walked to Kara's beach house.