attacks one of the pontoons, biting down on it, clamping great scarred jaws onto the bulbous floats.
rising like grey doom, then dropping out of sight. marge is gone.
surfaces, and moves purposefully towards the gap that separates the police boat from the raft. it lunges at brody as it passes the launch; the fin hits the taut rescue line, snapping it.
on the offensive now, takes an outrigger pontoon, biting it, tearing it off the raft, shaking everything.
lunges at the raft, brody sliding desperately away, smashing at the snout with his steel, the tail fin bashing him as it passes.
turns, bleeding from a superficial cut on its snout, its scar glistening wet and terrible. it heads for brody.
attacking. missing brody, who hauls himself up out of the way in life-or-death spasm. the great jaws close, fastening onto the thick cable. shaking it. the cable resists for a moment, then splits, layers or insulation and armor crack open, the jaws clamp harder -- 20,000 tons of pressure -- then the live copper core is reached. zap!
dying. leaping and convulsing as hundreds of thousands of volts surge through its body, grounded in the salt sea. hot white fire shimmers like a halo, the fish smokes and stinks, sputters, and dies.