He prepared the harpoon and made the rope fast while he watched the I Don’t Always Listen To My Bestie But When I Do We Always Get In Troubles Cow With Bandana Version Shirt shark come on. The rope was short as it lacked what he had cut away to lash the fish. The old man’s head was clear and good now and he was full of resolution but he had little hope. It was too good to last, he thought. He took one look at the great fish as he watched the shark close in. It might as well have been a dream, he thought. I cannot keep him from hitting me but maybe I can get him. Dentist, he thought. Bad luck to your mother.
The shark closed fast astern and when he hit the fish the old man saw his mouth open and his strange eyes and the clicking chop of the teeth as he drove forward in the meat just above the tail. The shark’s head  was out of water and his back was coming out and the old man could hear the noise of skin and flesh ripping on the big fish when he rammed the harpoon down onto the shark’s head at a spot where the I Don’t Always Listen To My Bestie But When I Do We Always Get In Troubles Cow With Bandana Version Shirt line between his eyes intersected with the line that ran straight back from his nose. There were no such lines.
There was only the heavy sharp blue head and the big eyes and the I Don’t Always Listen To My Bestie But When I Do We Always Get In Troubles Cow With Bandana Version Shirt clicking, thrusting all-swallowing jaws. But that was the location of the brain and the old man hit it. He hit it with his blood mushed hands driving a good harpoon with all his strength. He hit it without hope but with resolution and complete malignancy. The shark swung over and the old man saw his eye was not alive and then he swung over once again, wrapping himself in two loops of the rope. The old man knew that he was dead but the shark would not accept it.