Jaws Fanfiction: The Angel of the Sea - 2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2. Hooper, Interrupted, The Girl of the Harbour and the Strangest Discovery
Chief Brody collected his badges and police records in a small box to store away.
Ellen had found it. She like doing what she called a “Summer Cleaning” She did it because uncovering forgotten items brought back fond memories. Be that as it may, it still used to annoy the crap out of him back in New York. This time, probably a side-effect of living on a small island and not having much to do, but looking at seagulls, swinging, sailing and swimming in the ocean, the boys Michael and Sean helped her. Michael had found photographs of the day he won a baseball game and Sean got to see pictures of himself as a baby. They had been preoccupied for hours until Ellen found some of Brody’s old police gear.
“This is from when you first joined the NYPD!” She cried holding it up, “who woulda thought we would end up here, with you working for the Amity police! A much easier job, am I right?”
“Yeah, but it’s a hell of a lot more hassle from the guys down at the station, not to mention the yuks at City Hall.
“You haven’t brought this shark business up to the Mayor?” Ellen asked.
“Oh he knows” Brody growled, “Larry knows, he’s a weak-minded politician. He won’t do anything. He’s a stubborn son of a bitch.”
“Uh-oh, Daddy swore!” Sean called from the living room.
“I was talking about the dogs, sweetheart!” Brody hurriedly called back. Ellen chuckled. “He hasn’t stopped talking since we found yournold uniform”
“Yeah, you know what he wants to be when he grows up-she kissed his cheek, “a police officer just like you.”
“Aww, Hope you keep the streets safe, kiddo!” Brody called into the sitting room.
“I WILL!” Sean delightedly called back.
“What’s Mike gonna be?”
Ellen chuckled. “What happened to you and Mr Hooper last night?”
“I don’t know, he hasn’t wanted to talk about it since last night.”
Ellen bit her lip. “Hmmm, how strange? Anyway, that shark still reeks in the garage.”
“Daddy! You swore again!”
“No I didn’t! I said twit! Daddy’s being silly!”
He slapped his head and distorted his facial features makin Sean giggle hysterically.
“Forgot about the shark!” he said cringing.
“You seem to forget we have children,” Ellen teased motioning her head towards the the other room.
Brody checked his watch. “Speakin’ of sharks, I better see how the guy’s doing. He hasn’t budged from the spare room all night.”
“Doesn’t he want breakfast?”
“If you make, try not to serve him fish.”
Hooper hadn’t slept the entire night. He had lane awake watching the reflection of the moon in the crystal water, thinking. He felt as though the world had been undressed in front of him, the secrets uncovered.
All he had to show for it was a single scale.
He stared at it now, entranced. The scale had changed to magenta over night, and looked brighter than ever. There were tinged red spots on the shape of the object. It reminded of a shell.
He decided to get up and do what he should have done the moment he’d arrived home the previous evening.
He would study it, and find out exactly what animal if came from.
He pulled his black briefcase out from under the bed and propped it open on the table in the middle of the room. After 10 gruelling minutes of trying to crack the combination code, he pried the case open and began taking out some test tubes and wide flasks and assorted instruments.
He picked up the scale and used four special magnifying lenses to get a close up on the red tinges.
This was certainly like nothing he’d ever seen before. Close up, he could see bright yellow dots on the patches of red, yet at normal size it still looked pink again, with orange appearing at the base.
Perhaps it came from some colour changing creature? One that camouflaged to avoid enemies.
Suddenly, Hooper heard a knock on the door.
Brody entered the room but stopped when he saw Matt surrounded by yet, more scientific equipment.
“Oh Jesus, Hooper do ya have to do that here?”
“Martin, I’ve been thinking about what happened last night, and I’m starting to think we have more than just a shark out there.”
“Well look at this!” Hooper practically shoved the object in Brody’s face, “do you not know what this is?”
Brody shook his head.
“This-is-nothing!” He cheered in glee.
Brody was sure his friend had snapped. “Nothing?! What do ya mean? If it’s nothing why are you so excited about it?”
Matt was literally bouncing on the double bed and jumping off chair, doing kart wheels and tap-dancing on the table.
Brody had never seen someone this happy over finding something from the ocean, even when Sean has found a hermit crab their first week on the island.
“It’s amazing, Martin! Amazing! I’ve never seen any other creature that matches this.”
“What’s the big deal?” Brody shrugged.
“What’s the Big Deal? Martin, we could’ve just made a MAJOR scientific discovery!”
“We?” Laughed Brody, “YOU found it. You should take the credit.”
With that, Hooper pulled on his coat.
“I’m going out!”
“Just out. See if I can scour the beach for clues or something.”
“Don’t forget, Matt, we got a job to do.”
Hooper wasn’t listening, he was to busy dancing out of the doorway.
Brody could hear Ellen frying bacon in the kitchen.
“Oh Good Morning Mr Hooper!”
“You’re not eating breakfast?”
“Hm, well okay, we’ll save you some bacon.”
“We’re going to need to save HIS bacon if he sets foot in the ocean again,” Brody remarked entering the kitchen.
“Goodbye Mr Hooper,” said Michael carrying a paddle.
“Bye-Bye Shark Man,” waved Sean who was busy ripping apart old LEGO pieces.
Ellen stuck her head out of from the kitchen doorway, “you know boys, we don’t have much stuff left. I could whizz through the rest in a couple of hours and besides you’ve been a great help! Why don’t you take your bikes down to the beach and help Mr Hooper look for specimens.”
“That’s a great idea!” said Hooper, “I’ll take them off your hands for a few hours Brody!”
“Can we, Dad?”
Brody mulled this over in his head. Either have the kids here lugging cardboard boxes or be down at the beach safe with Hooper and the other children? Well, it seemed fine. As long as they didn’t go in the water and stuck to the paddling pool and the shore, there wouldn’t really be any danger.
“Ahh, what the heck! Go have fun!” Brody smiled, “be nice to take your minds off what happened last week-“
“Uhh, the closed beaches I meant.”
The husband and wife watched as Hooper pulled on his coat and the boys sped like wild animals toward the their bikes, strapping on their helmets and ringing their bells as the flew down the island’s road.
“Should be back around noon,” Hooper reassured the Brody’s.
“Alright, take care!” Ellen called.
The door shut slowly.
“You really think they’ll be okay with him? I mean he was a little giddy this morning.”
“Oh, stop all your worrying Chief, Besides'” she wrapped her slender arms around Brody’s neck, “while their gone, we have some time to ourselves!” Brody chuckled, “Ooh, lucky us.”
The sun beat down like an African drum on the beach of Amity Island. The Massachusetts clouds were looming dangerously close; but what were clouds to a 25 ft long great white terror?
Ever since a bill had a been passed by the Amity police and the City council, to close half the beaches, only a handful of people were down there, walking their dogs, dipping their toes in the water, sunbathing or just out jogging. Only two beaches remained open until 4 July. Had to get their profits in somehow. Brody and Hooper had long since pleaded with the mayor to close them even on Independence Day, but the bastard wouldn’t listen.
What better to feed a hungry rouge shark then opening up the sand and seas to thousands of seaside vacationers?
Hooper strolled around the shoreline, scouring the ground but also admiring the air. The wind whipped his hair back and nearly knocked his glasses off.
Not too far away, Michael and Sean were amusing each other by chasing one another with bits of kelp and seaweed.
As long as they were in ear shot, it didn’t worry him.
Also in ear-shot was a tour going on of the Amity markets and attractions.
“As you can see,” the guide was saying, “the houses of Long Island are withering away slightly, since most have been standing here ever since New England was founded…”
As much as Hooper wanted to explore the town and meet the people and hear stories, he couldn’t. He was far more concerned at the great white patrolling the coastline. There were no fins now, but it was only a matter of time. Sharks were very smart, and with a shortage of food in the water, these people were all at great risk.
As the boys built sandcastles and toyed with kelp, Hooper used a toy spade to dig for clues under the sand. The luckiest he came to finding anything were some pretty pebbles and the feather of a rare seabird.
Hooper checked his watch-nearly 12:30. He should probably be heading back despite his awful luck.
“Look Uncle Hooper, I found a starfish!” said a little voice from beside him.
Hooper smiled a little confused at his new title of “uncle,”.
“Ah, that’s amazing Sean! You’ve caught a genuine Astroidia Orphuirodea!”
Sean’s face fell. “Oh. I’ve been calling him Starry.”
Hooper laughed, “Come on, let’s go put him back in the water.”
As they freed Starry back to his rock pool home, Sean looked up from his sandcastle and said “There’s a lady on the beach.”
“There are ALWAYS ladies on the beach Sean!” Michael laughed.
“No, this lady is naked!”
Pubescent Michael immediately snapped to attention. “My G-God.”
Hooper turned around-and stopped.
There certainly was a lady there. No. It wasn’t a lady. It was a goddess, a princess, an angel. It made no sense how anyone could be this beautiful. She had long, long white-ish blonde hair, and skin that shone like the moon. Her hands looked like the starfish found by the child. Her hair was like a mass of fins that move too and fro in the water. Her face looked like it had been painted by Cupid himself-and her breasts. They were seabeds from the most secret coral reef.
Hooper had no idea, nor control over the feeling that washed over him like the tide. It was like he couldn’t breath. As if he were stuck in the sea but unafraid like the most courageous of fishes. Being led by the ocean to the promised life-
“Mr Hooper? Mr Hooper!”
Hooper snapped out of his dream-like trance only to see Michael staring at him in befuddlement. “What should we do? Should we call somebody?”
“Well, Dad said public nudity isn’t allowed on the beach nor anywhere else in the town, Paragraph 12 Section 5 of the Amity PD Beach Rules.”
“Err-Right.” was all Hooper could say.
He saw the tourists who had begun screaming in overreaction of a woman climbing on the rocks with such limber movements.
“How does she not fall?” Sean asked curiously.
Hooper decided to be more responsible. “Sean, cover your eyes.”
“Because she’s naked. You don’t look at naked woman.”
“Because it’s impolite.”
“Oh.” Upon hearing that, Sean covered both eyes and turned around.
“That goes for you too Michael!” He warned, catching the teenager trying to catch a glimpse of the bare back disappearing over the rocks.
“Aw come on Man, she’s Hot!” Michael protested.
“I know-UH, I MEAN I DON’T CARE! T-TURN AROUND!”
Michael smirked, but followed suit with Sean and did as he was told.
As the woman got closer to the many tourists, there was even more of a panic. One woman began waving her handbag in a frenzy to try and fight her off, another man covered his eyes and turned to his wife saying “Not looking honey!”
Hooper was rooted to the spot. But what else could he do? She was clearly confused and needed some help. Maybe she WAS just a nudist, but either way he had to help her. Or at least catch a second of that beautiful face…”
He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, trying not to crack his head on a rock, and raced up the hill to the tourists.
The woman was crouched down now, picking up small daisies that grew among the bedrocks and placing them lovingly in her hair.
“Uh, Excuse me! Excuse me!”
“Pardon me! Coming through here!”
He finally and rather out of breath, turned to face the woman, “Miss? Miss do you need any help?”
“Alright Alright Break it up here Break it up, nothing to see!” shouted a voice.
Oh shit. It was that Henry Malany from Amity PD Brody was talking to the other day regarding the tiger shark autopsy.
He was wearing sunglasses and a cap along with his uniform, a whistle around his neck. He cornered the guide. “Now, what seems to be all the commotion here?”
“W-well I I-” the tour guide stammered.
“Leave this to me buddy.”
Pulling out a megaphone attached to his pants he tested it then boomed with a deafening statement:
“NO NEED TO BE ALARMED FOLKS. JUST A NUTCASE HIPPY AND HER HAPPY-GO-LUCKY WAYS IN VIOLATION OF POLICE LAW. NOTHING TO SEE HERE.”
Hooper disagreed. A woman placing daises in her locks and terrifying people was hardly “nothing to see here.” Especially when she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes upon.
“Sorry to bother you Sir, but Uh, the girl she’s uh, not causing any harm-“
” You know This broad Mr Uh-?”
“Hooper. Dr Matt Hooper. I’m Chief Brody’s friend. I came here about the island’s shark problem.”
Henry took off his glasses and blinked, then roared with laughter.
Hooper nervously joined him.
“So you are! I recognise you from when them fishermen was takin’ a picture with that big-ass fish! Well, sorry ’bout that! So do you know this lady?”
“Uh-yes. Yes, yes. I do, actually she’s my cousin, she’s from outta town, you get a lot of strange folks on the mainland. She’s just visiting. So-Can I take her home? I could give her a bed for the night and something to eat?”
Henry patted Hooper’s shoulder. “Hey, any friend of Chief Brody is a friend of mine-Go right ahead!”
Hooper slid down the rocks running to catch up with the bare woman who was already running back along the beach.
Hooper hollered at shouted but couldn’t catch her.
“Wait! Wait, Miss, please!”
The woman stopped where she was, then slowly turned around to face him. For the first time, Hooper saw her face, like a flower in full bloom.
Her cheeks were as soft as smooth pebbles, her nose a dainty slice of coral. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean. It was a shade of blue that he’d never seen before. Clear and crisp, Pure yet, deep. Looking into her eyes was like diving into an ocean.
Her lips were as pink as the coral that housed the tropical fish, and they were as smooth and beautiful as the most healthy anemone.
Hooper was lost for words. Here he was, standing in the face of this enchantress and yet, not saying a word. Without realising it, he reached out to move her blonde hair from her face and she leapt away from him.
“No! No!” Stupid, STUPID, he thought to himself. “Hey there. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he told the beautiful sea flower, “I am a friend.” The maiden stared at him, her eyes as wide as the sea itself.
Hooper gulped. “Uh-don’t pay any attention to Henry. My friend said he’s a real ass!”
The woman smiled faintly, and walked toward him. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and captured his lips in a deep kiss.
Hooper couldn’t move. Being lost in her kiss was like being lost in a forest of jellyfish. Soft and tender, yet stinging and electrifying.
Hooper had never felt so dazed in his life. How long had they been kissing? Was it minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years?
He wasn’t sure, but he wanted it to go on.
When she pulled away from him, she smiled showing teeth as white as the sharks he studied. Though, not quite as serrated.
“Can we go now?” Michael’s voice rang.
Hooper quickly turned around. Michael was standing in his red shorts his arms folded and with an expression of impatience and envy.
Sean stood beside him in his navy swimming trunks, staring at them both confused.
“Is that your girlfriend?” he said quietly.
“Of course not stupid, he only just met her-I think. Why were you both kissing?”
Hooper froze. “I-I don’t know-” he was cut off as the woman led him into another kiss, and this time he pulled away, “Woah-no no no no No, No-No! Listen Miss, I came to ask you if you wanted to come back to my friend’s house for food and a good rest?”
The woman simply blinked at him.
“Is she okay?” asked Sean.
“Maybe she’s retarded,” whispered Michael.
Hooper studied her. “Maybe she can’t speak English. Maybe she’s foreign. She looks Swedish-or French. European definitely.”
Then he turned to the boys. “Listen get your bikes, we’re taking her back with us.”
“Michael, your father’s a police chief. He knows about all the laws, passports and citizenships of Amity. He’ll be able to tell if she’s a local.”
“Fine. But she’s not borrowing my birthday boat!”
Carrying the woman up the hill by taking her arm was not an easy task. She kept trying to go in for another kiss and using all of her might to do it. She tried working her way up the arms of his jumper to kiss his wrists.
“She really likes you,” Michael commented.
“That’s for sure,” Hooper replied, trying to block more kisses to the face.
“What do ya think Dad’s gonna say?”
“I don’t know Michael but one thing’s for sure, he certainly won’t leave your mother.”
Hooper shrugged. “He’s loyal-” he ducked avoiding a near kiss on his noggin, “and he loves her.”
“Do you like her?” Michael said motioning to the lustful lady.
Hooper bit his lip. “Yeah. I guess so.”