I Don't Know

My mom and my brother and I were at sea in a small boat, shaped like a 7 passenger van with the back row of seats removed. Instead of a regular rear door, there was a garage door-like object that, when it was open, came up the back part of the roof and then down in a short arc to meet seamlessly with the top of the back seat (which would normally have been the second row of seats in a regular van) The boat sat low in the water, so that when the back door was in the open position, water came into the boat up to the level of the back of the rear seats. The seats were covered in a brown and white mottled fabric which closely resembled the colors and texture of the fabric on an old sofa we used to have. My brother and I were fishing out of the back of the boat, with the door rolled partly open so that water could come in. I quickly caught a large, squat fish and was glad to have done so before my brother had caught anything. I put it in a blue bucket we had resting on the seat beside us. It was kind of awkward to fish out of the back of the boat because the seat was a regular forward-facing bench seat. I was looking down into the water, and I noticed a huge shape attached to my brother's line. I said to him: "You've caught a shark," and that's what it was. He replied, "What should we do?" I knew the shark was dangerous, and I was afraid it would dive down deep in the water and my brother would be pulled down with it. We decided that we had to sever the fishing line, so I grabbed the line in my hands and pulled the shark into the space behind the seat where there was about two feet of water in the boat. I put my feet above and below the shark's snout and forced its mouth open, and then began to saw the line that I held between my hands back and forth over the edge of one of its teeth to break it. It wasn't working, and my brother was starting to become nervous that he would be pulled into the ocean. Suddenly, part of the tooth broke off in a wide shard, like a large piece of flint. I decided to abandon this tactic and instead started pulling on the line itself, and ended up pulling the line, with the hook still attached, along with a large chunk of bright pink flesh, straight out of the shark's mouth. I still had my foot on the shark's head, but I couldn't tell you what it felt like, even though I wasn't wearing any shoes. I looked the shark in the eye. It was a soft golden color, more like a cat's eye than the blank black of a fish. It was too small for the shark's size, and despite its beautiful color, there was no feeling behind it. Both my brother and I began to be afraid, even though the shark was not angry or thrashing about. We told my mother to try to open the back door all the way so that it would meet the back of the seat and thus block us off from the shark. She tried to, but the shark was in the way. We were so scared, and there was nothing to do. The blue bucket with my squat fish in it had vanished. The water inside the back of the boat was a brilliant blue, more like a color for a child's marker than actual water. Even though the boat had a full, low roof, like a normal van, and I couldn't see out of it except through the back, I knew that it and we were very small objects on a very large ocean, and the sun was merciless. The shark and I looked at each other again. I didn't know what to do.