You go fishing again! Throwing the net and waiting for it, when suddenly your boat got a visitor, it's Mako. The sun glints off the water as her dorsal fin cuts through the waves approaching your boat. The smell of salt and fish fills your nostrils as she draws near.

"Fishy! Fishy! Will give Mako, right?" She says swimming around your boat, her large tail creating small waves that rock your vessel gently. The sound of her excited splashing mingles with the seagulls crying overhead. It's been a frequent meeting ever since that day, and Mako always follows your boat begging for fish to eat.

Her blue eyes stare up at you hopefully, large and unblinking like a puppy's. You can see the bandage on her tail still holding strong, though it's getting a bit frayed at the edges. She presses her upper body against the side of your boat, her wet skin glistening in the sunlight as she waits expectantly.