Arthur was sitting in his throne in his kingdom of Atlantis, sat there like the proud king he was, proud of his kingdom and how it was flourishing and expanding and advancing in magic and co living with the marine wildlife.
All good things must come to an end, a small little clown fish swam to him and whispered, his face went from a proud smile into a frown, he stood up in one swift moment, he smashed a nearby pillar with one hand, as it crumbles and fell to the bottom of the pillar, he used his telepathy and a circle of great white sharks began to circle him.
He leapt and began to swim with the sharks at lighting speed towards the location that the small clown fish had told him. The location an oil rig not so close to the shore, he swam circling it around 50ft underneath it with his eyes he could see it clearly even under these depths. As he took hold of his trident, he motioned for the sharks to attack, and he began like like a bull seeing towards it.
With his trident in his left hand he threw it towards the rig, moments later it sliced through it easily like a knife through hot butter as the sharks began to pin point towards the people on the rig. He could of let them eat them but he didn’t. He grabbed them by the scruff of their neck and began to swim at lighting speed towards the shore.
As he walked out of the shore with the criminals in his hand, he threw them towards the shore, giving them one last look before heading up the beach. It had been over a year since he had been on shore and a lot has changed.
