Mackerel Shark

Amid the mountainside, the horde of zombies cleared a flat area. Ming erected a tent there. He carelessly placed the mermaid in a corner of the tent. Two hours had passed, and she had yet to awaken. It seemed she was in a deep slumber. How desirable are those blessed with sound sleep?

Sitting at the tent's entrance, Ming gazed at the vast ocean's expanse, its waves rolling serenely. He summoned Raoul, conversing with him for nearly half an hour before dismissing the creature.

Raoul hovered over the sea, holding a shark's head that hadn't been grilled and still dripped with blood. A spiderweb-like rope fastened the head, threaded through its mouth and gullet, with Raoul holding the rope's end. He dropped the shark's head into the water when he reached a suitable position.

Ming observed Raoul's series of actions from his concealed spot behind some low shrubs on the shore and felt content. After half an hour of instruction, the beginning was going well.