In fact, there are sharks that swim the sea that can reason. These sharks can walk as humans if they so chose. These sharks can sink ships, call down storms, or drown humans where they stand. And they will do these things if humans overstep their bounds, acting outside of the role that the Sea and the Unsea intended for them.
These sharks are the Rokea.
—Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Breedbook: Rokea
Major Richter: Selachians, General-Lieutenant, they're called Selachians. Walking, armored sharks. Ruthless, paranoid and without pity.
General-Lieutenant Tendexter: But why are they here? What do they want? Maybe if we knew that, we could negotiate with them.
Major Richter: All the Selachians want, sir, is to destroy you. You can attempt to negotiate with them if you wish; I wouldn't give you much for your chances.
There's a tearing sound as Bobby's fin, a very real fin, splits the fabric of his shirt. But like I said, you shouldn't have been surprised.
Travis, the cop, the symbol of law and order in a world gone all messed-up otherworldly, is surprised. He's not used to this. He's used to The Butler Did It, or a jealous mistress. So faced with an elongating head, a greying head, a head with an open maw of teeth and receding beard, Travis can only stand paralyzed. He thinks it has to be special effect or something, and he has a goofy smile on his face when he looks at Sheila to say, "Alright, joke's over."
But Sheila says "You know what scares me most about Jaws?"
Travis can only shake his head, but it might be in disbelief than as an answer.
"It's that such a magnificent creature was stopped by an everyday seaside cop." Her eyes are fully black now, as oily dark as her swimsuit. "The joke's not over until you smile, you sonofabitch." She shows him how. Then her own mouth stretches and opens, opens, as it fills with teeth, lots of teeth, so many many teeth.
—Shark! Shark! by Ray Cluley
