Hey lad, I asked you where be you going. Tim stopped swimming and looked around for the source of this new voice. Much to Tims concern a rather hairy elongated dogfish was staring at him. The creature smiled at him, and in a cold voice, suggested that Tim should follow him into a bank of seaweed. Reluctantly Tim followed his new friend Malcom. After what seemed an eternity the forest of seaweed gave way to a clearing, in the midst of which rested a rather hungry shark. The DT’s had a real bite today for Tim.
Footnote: DTs = Delirium Tremens.