I could the grunting noises from my comrates. All on the alone boat in the wildness of the biting mist that was covering us from all parts like an ambush from the bandit society of the seas.

"Pull darn it, pull!"
Yelled out one of them, accompanied by the others in a session of pulling a rope that was attached to me. I could only see the blurred version of their action, nothing else. Looking down, I only saw red water leaving my clothes and from under my sleeves, I think it was mine, but I really hoped not. The blood towards my head was so rushed that I thought nothing else other than my head exploding, the headache was catching up with the present, making me more and more dizzy.

The coldest night of my life, and the first time that I actually felt frightened. It was them, my first encounter with them... the "Spaghetti aye-aye shark". I will never in my entire life, even in my good night dreams, they will still come and haunt me until the darkest ends of my good dreams, cornering me in my moment of relaxation. Me, the second hand in comand, will never forget his bite, one single unbothered, yet angered bite had me crippled.

One loud thud was all I could hear, and some muffled yells. I felt slaps on my face and shaking movement of my head, I think that my comrades tried to take me with them, and escape me from my paradise dreams, and from the white light.

Suddenly, after the water cleared out of my ears, I could hear them again.

"Laki, wake up, he's attacking again, please, wake up!"

It was something that he screamed... but that man sure was annoying, not letting me sleep already... it pissed me off!

Gisy is a four times in a row, surfer champion, climbing waves as tall as mountains, I wonder what is he still doing here, but I guess I haven't asked him either...

As I glance over my shoulder, just a quick peek, forcing my left shoulder to push the rest of my body so that I would be able to move and not lay on the wet and moldy floor. But my nightmare was already there, in the salty and black waters... the Spaghetti aye-aye shark. It's skin, made from dense uncooked spaghetti... the words kind if you ask me.  One of his fin's was broken, but maybe it was born like that. The amusing this was that it looked like it was always saluting us, that is where "aye aye" is, from aye aye shark.

It all started with the rumours, in the winter of 1922, Normando, Cando village.

"Aye, aye, lads, buckle' up', it's getting very misty out 'there"

Yelled out the captain of the ship with it's very original accent that I have never in my life heard someone to talk with that kind of accent. He was ringing the bell in a hurried pace so that we would fast our paces up towards the boat.

I was just a small lad in a big world, I always liked fishing when I was younger, especially fishing with my father, but I had bigger dreams, I wanted to see the world with my own eyes and explore the very new seas.

We prepared to leave, preparing everything by carrying wooden crates from one shop to the boat, and other stuff that the captain said, it will be very useful for our adventures. Suddenly, after we finish with everything, another boy, about four years older than me, he had his hair cut entirely, and four of his fingers from his right hand were missing, almost like something had bit them off, leaving the biting trail there too.

"Newcomer, I hope you are prepared for the adventures to come. With you, If we meet him, we can take him down'!"

"W-what are you--"

I wanted to finish my sentence by asking him what did he meant with that sudden answer, but he quickly left in a hurry, towards the captain.

We set sail and adventured the world for months on months. We mostly saw the sea, then a sea that was entirely black. We even met some dolphins that were quite friendly. We drank and ate, danced and slept. Laughed and cried, but I still couldn't take the thought that remained inside my head all the time since day zero.

Before we were about to hit the conclusion of the distance being 2400 kilometers, until the next port, one crew member has crazily moved his hand on the rope that would activate the large bell of the boat to sound.

The bells, I still remember them, them desperate bells...

"Oy, LADS, IT IS HERE, the AYE AYE!"
Yelled out the captain, with a slight smile and a stance like he would prepare to move a wooden cart from the way.

Everyone was in shock. Most of them were excited about the "aye-aye", but the rest were panicked. I was a bit dizzy because the boat was moving left and right on the large, cutting shapes of the sea that helped the boat move even in a more crazily angles.

That was the first time I have seen him, the "Spaghetti Aye-aye shark", my worst nightmare.

We tried everything to stop him from biting our entire boat to pieces, but because of the storm and crazy waves, we have lost two of our comrades in the same darn night. They fell down from the boat and ate by the Spaghetti aye aye shark, I will never forget the tenacity, the speed and the thirst for eating anything. From that day on, I swore to do anything in my powers to take it down for good.

My legs we're squirting some kind of red liquid, something red with a dark-ish color. I was close to not feeling anything from my waist down, it was probably all numb. The only feeling that I got was pain of coming from my bitten leg and pain from the headache that I was gotting because I had my head placed on the hardwood plank floor.

They patched me up quickly, while the rest tried to take it down with long metal spears that had a rope attached to the back of them. 

"I have an idea, wait here"

Said my surfing friend, hurrying somewhere inside the boat.

He came out with a stock of toilet seats that were made of white plastic.

"B-but don't we need those?"
I asked, slowly but surely raising myself from the ground, letting out a slight grunt.

"I saw it, back then, the plastic... it's poison for the shark, we have to use it against him"

I looked back at the water, then I looked back at my friend. I nodded, knowing what I had to do.

I squashed my injured leg a little bit to get the red liquid all around the toilet seats, which was covering the smell of poison that only the "Spaghetti aye aye shark" could smell and was the only one poisonous to it.

I threw most of the plastic seats covered in the red liquid that came out of my injured leg, which were taking cover under the misty swam, where our vision was as blank as white.

Some hard chomping sounds were heard inside the water.

"Did he do it, did he eat it?!"
I yelled inside my head, not knowing if the shark did do it or not, I could only hope for the best in that moment.

"IT ATE IT!"

Yelled out the capitan, with a joyful raise in his morale.

Five minutes later, the mist has dissapeared and there was only 2 toiled seats remained in the water, with purple liquid around them

"So maybe they were actually poisonous"

Said my surfer friend while pointing at the purple water.

Suddenly, they came across the souless body of the "Spaghetti aye aye shark". They won

Everyone yelled out cheerfuly and joyfuly that they had finally taken over the monster of the seas, the most ferocious from the shark generations, the "Spaghetti aye aye shark".