The Hunt

The morning had been long and hard. The grueling time spent had finally began to pay off. The excitment and anticipation began to build inside of me as the crew spotted the silver slender fin slicing through the sheet of water across the distant horizon. With chaos rising, the hunt had begun and the steal harpoons were locked in position. After releasing a heavy bucket full of a dark, red mixture of blood and unknown animal guts, the great white was on the prowl. The distracting spray of the ocean salt water around me made it difficult for me to interpet what a fight we were really in for. I thoroughly remember the taste of blood in my mouth, I can still taste it now. The taste of fear. The powerful senses of the shark instantly picked up the tempting scent of the animal remainings in the water and changed its course to straight towards us. Everyone was warned to have to sturdy feet on deck, for we were in for a battle with Jaws. After a precise set up, the harpoon was released and the thrashing quickly began. The great white was hooked, but not willing to easily give up the struggle that would end it's life. The wake created by the angered shark rocked and shook the boat as if we were caught in the middle of a five point earth quake. No one could imagine the man power needed to finally win what seemed to be the endless battle.