It was Friday the thirteenth when I was on a holiday in Hawaii with my boyfriend/millionaire, Justin Bieber when I saw him, the strange looking sticky fingered creature.

I was in the darkest, deepest sea in the world with only my scuba gear and me. It was gloomy and dark in the ocean; I was beginning to get bored, and bored of just seeing dark waters and white coral when I saw the very rare Atoo-fen-horn-fro-torto-shark.

My blood ran cold, cold as the Antarctic ice. Its beady eyes stared into mine. Its rhinoceros hornbill beak was making a funny noise as if it was talking

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through its nose. Its tortoise shell back rattled as it scurried toward me. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. Its shark like tail was fluttering as it came into closer view. I was rather nervous now, as nervous as a tiny little krill in front of a killer whale.

I slowly backed away. As I did it followed me. I was confused; did the strange creature have the appetite of a shark too? Or was it friendly like a frog or a tortoise?

I wasn’t risking my life now so I made a dash for a nearby rock. But when I got there, he was there too. I cringed in dismay at the peculiar creature, wondering what it wanted from me. I bared my teeth, hoping it would just swim away and leave me alone. But funnily enough it bared its beak and made this funny cackling noise. It was trying to make me laugh!

We chased each other through the sea all day through black and blue water. I can’t believe I stood the stench. The smell was revolting, just as revolting as a long drop or a porta-loo. The stench was from all the grime that had grown on the back of the tortoise shell.

My waterproof phone was starting to vibrate. It was Justin. He was wondering where I was. I told him the story of the scary at first, but not scary anymore creature that I saw.

As I got out of the salty water I stared out back toward the sea. I was sure I heard cackling coming from the ocean. I saw the top of a cockatoo crest then it sank back into the sea and with that it was gone.

To this day I have never seen the Atoo-fen-horn-fro-torto-shark ever again. I also am concerned that people think I am a bit psycho because they don’t believe in him.

By Sophie