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Hooper looked at Quint and smiled。 〃Thanks for the thought。〃
Quint and Brody pulled on the ropes； and the cage rose in the water。 When the hatch broke the surface； Hooper said； 〃Okay； right there。〃 He spat in the face mask； rubbed the saliva around on the glass； and fit the mask over his face。 He reached for the regulator tube； put the mouthpiece in his mouth； and took a breath。 Then he bent over the gunwale； unlatched the top of the hatch and flipped it open。 He started to put a knee on the gunwale； but stopped。 He took the mouthpiece out of his mouth and said； 〃I forgot something。〃 His nose was encased in the mask； so his voice sounded thick and nasal。 He walked across the deck and picked up his trousers。 He rummaged through the pockets until he found what he was looking for。 He unzipped his wet…suit jacket。
〃What's that？〃 said Brody。
Hooper held up a shark's tooth； rimmed in silver。 It was a duplicate of the one he had given Ellen。 He dropped it inside his wet suit and zipped up the jacket。 〃Can't be too careful；〃 he said； smiling。 He crossed the deck again； put his mouthpiece in his mouth； and kneeled on the gunwale。 He took a final breath and dove overboard through the open hatch。 Brody watched him go； wondering if he really wanted to know the truth about Hooper and Ellen。
Hooper stopped himself before he hit the bottom of the cage。 He curled around and stood up。 He reached out the top of the hatch and pulled it closed。 Then he looked up at Brody； put the thumb and index finger of his left hand together in the okay sign； and ducked down。 〃I guess we can let go；〃 said Brody。 They released the ropes and let the cage descend until the hatch was about four feet beneath the surface。
〃Get the rifle；〃 said Quint。 〃It's on the rack below。 It's all loaded。〃 He climbed onto the transom and lifted the harpoon to his shoulder。
Brody went below； found the rifle； and hurried back on deck。 He opened the breach and slid a cartridge into the chamber。 〃How much air does he have？〃 he said。
〃I don't know；〃 said Quint。 〃However much he has； I doubt he'll live to breathe it。〃
〃Maybe you're right。 But you said yourself you never know what these fish will do。〃
〃Yeah； but this is different。 This is like putting your hand in a fire and hoping you won't get burned。 A sensible man don't do it。〃
Below； Hooper waited until the bubbly froth of his descent had dissipated。 There was water in his mask； so he tilted his head backward； pressed on the top of the faceplate； and blew through his nose until the mask was dear。 He felt serene。 It was the pervasive sense of freedom and ease that he always felt when he dived。 He was alone in blue silence speckled with shafts of sunlight that danced through the water。 The only sounds were those he made breathing … a deep； hollow noise as he breathed in； a soft thudding of bubbles as he exhaled。 He held his breath； and the silence was plete。 Without weights； he was too buoyant； and he had to hold on to the bars to keep his tank from clanging against the hatch overhead。 He turned around and looked up at the hull of the boat； a gray body that sat above him； bouncing slowly。 At first； the cage annoyed him。 It confined him； restricted him； prevented him from enjoying the grace of underwater movement。 But then he remembered why he was there； and he was grateful。
He looked for the fish。 He knew it couldn't be sitting beneath the boat； as Quint had thought。 It could not 〃sit〃 anywhere； could not rest or stay still。 It had to move to survive。
Even with the bright sunlight； the visibility in the murky water was poor … no more than forty feet。 Hooper turned slowly around； trying to pierce the edge of gloom and grasp any sliver of color or movement。 He looked beneath the boat； where the water turned from blue to gray to black。 Nothing。 He looked at his watch； calculating that if he controlled his breathing； he could stay down for at least half an hour more。
Carried by the tide； one of the small white squid slipped between the bars of the cage and； tethered by twine； fluttered in Hooper's face。 He pushed it out of the cage。
He glanced downward； started to look away； then snapped his eyes down again。
Rising at him from the darkling blue … slowly； smoothly … was the shark。 It rose with no apparent effort； an angel of death gliding toward an appointment foreordained。
Hooper stared； enthralled； impelled to flee but unable to move。 As the fish drew nearer； he marveled at its colors： the flat brown…grays seen on the surface had vanished。
The top of the immense body was a hard ferrous gray； bluish where dappled with streaks of sun。 Beneath the lateral line； all was creamy； ghostly white。
Hooper wanted to raise his camera； but his arm would not obey。 In a minute； he said to himself； in a minute。
The fish came closer； silent as a shadow； and Hooper drew back。 The head was only a few feet from the cage when the fish turned and began to pass before Hooper's eyes … casually； as if in proud display of its incalculable mass and power。 The snout passed first； then the jaw； slack and smiling； armed with row upon row of serrate triangles。 And then the black； fathomless eye； seemingly riveted upon him。 The gills rippled … bloodless wounds in the steely skin。
Tentatively； Hooper stuck a hand through the bars and touched the flank。 It felt cold and hard； not clammy but smooth as vinyl。 He let his fingertips caress the flesh … past the pectoral fins； the pelvic fin； the thick； firm genital claspers … until finally （the fish seemed to have no end） they were slapped away by the sweeping tail。
The fish continued to move away from the cage。 Hooper heard faint popping noises； and he saw three straight spirals of angry bubbles speed from the surface； then slow and stop； well above the fish。 Bullets。 Not yet； he told himself。 One more pass for pictures。 The fish began to turn； banking； the rubbery pectoral fins changing pitch。
〃What the hell is he doing down there？〃 said Brody。 〃Why didn't he jab him with the gun？〃
Quint didn't answer。 He stood on the transom； harpoon clutched in his fist； peering into the water。 〃e up； fish；〃 he said。 〃e to Quint。〃
〃Do you see it？〃 said Brody。 〃What's it doing？〃
〃Nothing。 Not yet； anyway。〃
The fish had moved off to the limit of Hooper's vision … a spectral silver…gray blur tracing a slow circle。 Hooper raised his camera and pressed the trigger。 He knew the film would be worthless unless the fish moved in once more； but he wanted to catch the beast as it emerged from the darkness。
Through the viewfinder he saw the fish turn toward him。 It moved fast； tail thrusting vigorously； mouth opening and closing as if gasping for breath。 Hooper raised his right hand to change the focus。 Remember to change it again； he told himself； when it turns。
But the fish did not turn。 A shiver traveled the length of its body as it closed on the cage。 It struck the cage head on； the snout ramming between two bars and spreading them。 The snout hit Hooper in the chest and knocked him backward。 The camera flew from his hands；