The King Of Sharks

Brent Kersh

[We open on the rushing waters of an ocean shore. The sun is setting upon the horizon, casting an orange glow across the cloud-streaked sky. A hint of darkness looms over the white foam of the crashing tide, but while loud it fails to conceal the sound of his voice in the foreground.]

Hawaiian legend tells us the story of Nanue. The son of the shape-shifting king of sharks, Kamohoalii, who used his abilities to win the love of a human, Kalei.

Upon birth, Kalei noticed a strange deformity on Nanue’s back. A gaping hole that appeared to resemble that of a fish’s mouth.

She loved the child as a single mother for Kamohoalii reluctantly returned to the sea as his true form, but not without instruction to never allow the baby to eat the flesh of another animal.

Kalei followed the instructions, but she could not protect the child forever!

[Panning outward we see Kersh. He stands with his bare feet sunk into the sandy beach; his back to us as he gazes out into the waters. And the story continues.]

When he came of age Nanue’s grandfather took him to feast with the men of the tribe and for the first time he was fed the meat of an animal.

Nanue quickly developed a voracious and insatiable appetite for flesh but worse… the gaping hole on his back began to grow rows of sharp teeth.

He too was becoming a shape-shifting shark except for Nanue, the temptation of living meat was far too great.

After people, some his own friends, began disappearing while swimming in the ocean the truth about Nanue was finally discovered. Sensing his life was in danger, he fled!

[As he finishes his sentence, in the distance we see it. Among the wavy waters of the ocean, just beyond the breaker origin. It’s the dorsal fin of a shark. Moving along in parallel with the beach. Daunting. Fearsome. Yet alone.]

Sound familiar Sharkman? A human being. A son. A friend. A man unable to control his primal tendencies. Unable to fight the monster inside.

For you the correlation is rooted in your past. The part of reality that you don’t like to talk about anymore. The darkness.

And somewhere in that darkness, in the deepest recesses of your mind you have to wonder, just like Nanue did, if the man will ever be able to overcome the shark.

More importantly is the question. If you can’t overcome the shark, how in the hell are you going to overcome The Enforcer?

[Slowly, the fin distances itself from our displacement as our eyes follow the direction of the beast.]

But there is more than one fighting a battle with temptation.

For the Tap Room houses another monster often unseen. Not a shark, but a beast nonetheless. A beast with no qualms of feasting on the flesh of men only with a different type of bite. A beast named King Royal.

The man himself wants so much to be respected, to be revered, to be relevant that he can’t help sacrificing the merit of that ambition for the faux comfort of “royalty”.

Royal, I will not bow to the shark and I sure as hell ain’t gonna bow to you!

[The shark is gone, but our interest is piqued by a new entity. An island, merely several miles off shore and on it, what appears to be a magnificent complex. One reserved for the wealthy. One reserved for Royalty. We watch as Kersh moves forward. Towards the waters. Towards the shark. Towards the island. Towards uncertainty.]

The story of Nanue teaches us that we cannot run from who we are. But you don’t have to run from your demons, if you can control them!

The Hawaiian legend isn’t about the viciousness of a shape-shifting shark, it’s about the weakness of a man unable to control the temptations within.

In Sharkman and King Royal we have one man running from the beast while the other simply succumbs to it.

That’s only gonna get you one thing when it comes to Brent Kersh, a Death Wish!

Of course, I’m not telling you anything that you don’t already know!

[By the time he finishes, Brent is chin deep in ocean waves. Diving beneath the waters before we can recognize his goal, Kersh disappears as we slowly fade to black.]