extricating himself, puking, retching, splashing water on his face, washing his hands frantically, just behind him, the thing lying on the sand, a gruesome joke played by the sea.
as a sound at the door makes him look up. he hides the odd gear as hendricks enters, starched and crisp in his uniform.
waving the picture.
watching the destruction, seeing sean practically alone in the water.
straining to see what's going on. looking for his son.
as he hurls his paddle at the shark, anything to get even, to distract it.
dangling his feet in the water, holding onto the cable, seeing it, inspired with a lunatic idea.