Death… that is what he saw in the face of the shark, a few inches away from his boat! It looked just like his boss…
“If you want to work for me get your lazy *** out in the sea now!” He has growled, even though the television was broadcasting about cyclonic weather.
“Boss… what if the storm hits? Do you think the boat will hold stormy weather?”
“Don’t give me your lazy excuses…” he has bared his teeth like a rabid dog… or that shark that was trying to get him.
His boss’s dear trawler was thousand feet under the ocean, the storm hit furiously, right in the middle of ocean; he of course was the only man out in the ocean.
The shark bared it teeth again… it seemed to him it was mocking him.
A ladder fell in front of him, he heard a shout, “catch it before you become fish food” he heard a loud shout.