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e wire snips； and the shark slid overboard。 As soon as its head was beneath the water； the shark began to thrash in the cloud of blood and innards； biting any morsel that passed into its maw。 The body twitched as the shark swallowed； and pieces of intestines passed out the hole in the belly； to be eaten again。
〃Now watch；〃 said Quint。 〃If we're lucky； in a minute other blues'll e around； and they'll help him eat himself。 If we get enough of them； there'll be a real feeding frenzy。 That's quite a show。 The folks like that。〃
Brody watched； spellbound； as the shark continued to nibble at the floating guts。
In a moment he saw a flash of blue rise from below。 A small shark … no more than four feet long … snapped at the body of the disemboweled fish。 Its jaws dosed on a bit of flapping flesh。 Its head shook violently from side to side； and its body trembled； snakelike。 A piece of flesh tore away； and the smaller shark swallowed it。 Soon another shark appeared； and another； and the water began to roil。 Flecks of blood mingled with the drops of water that splashed on the surface。
Quint took a gaff from beneath the gunwale。 He leaned overboard； holding the gaff poised like an ax。 Suddenly he lunged and jerked backward。 Impaled on the gaff hook； squirming and snapping； was a small shark。 Quint took the knife from its sheath； slashed the shark's belly； and released it。 〃Now you'll see some… thing；〃 he said。
Brody couldn't tell how many sharks there were in the explosion of water。 Fins crisscrossed on the surface； tails whipped the water。 Amid the sounds of splashes came an occasional grunt as fish slammed into fish。 Brody looked down at his shirt and saw that it was spattered with water and blood。
The frenzy continued for several minutes； until only three large sharks remained； cruising back and forth beneath the surface。
The men watched in silence until the last of the three had vanished。
〃Jesus；〃 said Hooper。
〃You don't approve；〃 said Quint。
〃That's right。 I don't like to see things die for people's amusement。〃 Quint snickered； and Hooper said； 〃Do you？〃
〃It ain't a question of liking it or not。 It's what feeds me。〃
Quint reached into an ice chest and took out another hook and leader。 The hook had been baited before they left the dock … a squid skewered and tied to the shaft and barb of the hook。 Using pliers； Quint attached the leader to the end of the wire line。 He dropped the bait overboard； fed out thirty yards of line； and let it drift into the slick。 Hooper resumed his routine of ladling chum into the water。 Brody said； 〃Anybody want a beer？〃 Both Quint and Hooper nodded； so he went below and took three cans from a cooler。 As he left the cabin； Brody noticed two old； cracked； and curling photographs thumbtacked to the bulkhead。 One showed Quint standing hip…deep in a pile of big； strange…looking fish。 The other was a picture of a dead shark lying on a beach。 There was nothing else in the photograph to pare the fish to； so Brody couldn't determine its size。
Brody left the cabin； gave the others their beers； and sat down in the fighting chair。 〃I saw your pictures down there；〃 he said to Quint。 〃What are all those fish you're standing in？〃
〃Tarpon；〃 said Quint。 〃That was a while back； when I did some fishing in Florida。
I never seen anything like it。 We must have got thirty； forty tarpon … big tarpon … in four nights' fishing。〃
〃And you kept them？〃 said Hooper。 〃You're supposed to throw them back。〃
〃Customers wanted 'em。 For pictures； I guess。 Anyway； they don't make bad chum； chopped up。〃
〃What you're saying is； they're more use dead than alive。〃
〃Sure。 Same with most fish。 And a lot of animals； too。 I never did try to eat a live steer。〃 Quint laughed。
〃What's the other picture？〃 said Brody。 〃Just a shark？〃
〃Well； not just a shark。 It was a big white … about fourteen； fifteen feet。
Weighed over three thousand pounds。〃
〃How did you catch it？〃
〃Ironed it。 But I tell you〃 … Quint chuckled … 〃for a while there it was a question of who was gonna catch who。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Damn thing attacked the boat。 No provocation； no nothing。 We were sitting out here minding our own business； when whamo！ It felt like we was hit by a freight train。
Knocked my mate right on his ass； and the customer started screaming bloody murder that we were sinking。 Then the bastard hit us again。 I put an iron in him and we chased him … Christ； we must have chased him halfway across the Atlantic。〃
〃How could you follow him？〃 Brody asked。 〃Why didn't he go deep？〃
〃Couldn't。 Not with that barrel following him。 They float； He dragged it down for a little while； but before too long the strain got to him and he came to the surface。 So we just kept following the barrel。 After a couple hours we got another two irons in him； and he finally came up； real quiet； and we throwed a rope round his tail and towed him to shore。 And all the time that customer's going bullshit； 'cause he's sure we're sinking and gonna get et up。
〃You know the funniest thing？ When we got the fish back and we was all tied up safe and sound and not likely to sink； that dumb fuck of a customer es up to me and offers me five hundred bucks if I'll say he caught the fish on hook and line。 Iron holes all over it； and he wants me to swear he caught it on hook and line！ Then he starts giving me some song and dance about how I ought to cut my fee in half because I didn't give him a chance to catch the fish on hook and line。 I told him that if I had let him try； I'd be out one hook； three hundred yards of wire line； probably one reel and one rod； and definitely one fish。 Then he says what about all the valuable publicity I'll be getting from a trip he's paying for。 I told him he could give me the money and keep the publicity and try to spread it on a cracker for himself and his wife。〃
〃I wondered about that hook…and…line business；〃 said Brody。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃What you were saying。 You wouldn't try to catch the fish we're after on a hook and line； would you？〃
〃Shit； no。 From what I hear； the fish that's been bothering you makes the one we got look like a pup。〃
〃Then how e the lines are out？〃
〃Two reasons。 First； a big white might just take a little squid bait like that。
It'd cut the line pretty quick； but at least we'd know he was around。 It's a useful telltale。 The other reason is； you never know what a chum slick will bring around。 Even if your fish doesn't show up； we might run into something else that'll take the bait。〃
〃Like what？〃
〃Who knows？ Maybe something useful。 I've had swordfish take a drifting squid； and with all the federal bullshit about mercury no one's catching them mercially any more； so you can get two fifty a pound for broadbill in Montauk。 Or maybe just something that'll give you a boot in the ass to catch； like a mako。 If you're paying four hundred bucks； you might as well have some fun for your money。〃
〃Suppose the big white did e around；〃 said Brody。 〃What would be th