ABSTRACT
III Hold the line taut. Reel the shark to surface. Gaff its white abdomen. Raise it to an oarlock. Batter its head with a hammer. Taste the blood that runs from its gills, hack off its tail. Draw your knife across its eyes. You've done what can be done to the snarling shark that still moves like a dead snake until the sun dies beyond the horizon. Rip your hook from its gullet. With both hands, hold the shark above your head. Pray: never again to fear the dark sea's depths. Pray: never to fear yourself. Pray: never to fear love. When you lift it back to water the shark will swim away.
