admittedly, I got into the fanfic scene pretty late in the game compared to how long I've been actively engaged in fandom circles. writing has always been a passive interest of mine, but I certainly wouldn't consider myself a writer, so I never really had any motivation to write fanfic. BUT! that's changed recently! and as much as I like writing my own original stuff I would never finish anything, just have these huge grand ideas and sprawling plotlines and give up on them 2 chapters in. so basically all that to say I'm writing some Jaws fanfic and am stubbornly attempting to see it through to the end... so here's a snippet of what I worked on today! The start of chapter 4 :3
After it all, adrenaline high long passed, washing up on shore felt almost alien. Sturdy ground under Brody's feet for the first time in nearly 3 weeks felt as unrecognizable as the boat had been, at first. Leaden feet stumbled and stuck in the sand. Aside from the sound of the surf and both of their ragged breaths, it was peacefully silent. Not even the gulls dared to call out.
For a long moment, the two laid still on the sand, half-out of the water, energy so depleted they couldn't drag their knees out from the surf. Too tired to even feel relieved. Brody's eyelids slipped shut of their own accord and he drifted, if not in body than in mind, for what felt like forever but surely had to be only minutes. His head swam with half-played memories and the strange ephemeral mutation of being on the verge of sleep. Just as the leaden weight of sleep began to drag him down, though, a voice cut through the cottony darkness. Light seeped in through the cracks.
"We should get into town. Can't lay here forever."
Hooper's voice was dry and rough at the edges, and nearly startled Brody in the silence. He peeled his eyes open to peer at the face opposite his own. Reddened cheeks, salty, cracked skin, but even still that wry smile.
"Unless you wanna catch up on your beauty sleep."
A beat of silence hung between them for just a moment, until a weary smile broke across Brody's face and the two began to laugh. Facedown in the sand, slowly but surely being buried by the gentle waves that lapped at their legs, they laughed, wild and unrestrained and bordering on mania they laughed, until they ran out of breath and even past then, eyes blurring with tears and hiccupping short breaths. The world felt so incredibly big out in the water, but on the shore it felt small enough to hold in a single hand. The shark was dead. It was finally, finally over.
If only it felt that way.
Brody caught his breath for a minute before finally moving. Hands propped up under him, he pushed himself upright, groaning with the pain of a dozen scrapes and bruises littered about his body, and what must have been a pulled leg muscle from the swim.
"Alright, let's get outta here," he called as he slowly rose to his feet.
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