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I think what made me most uncomfortable was that I had my back deck loaded with dead or dying macs, and I'm sure there was a lot of blood and slim going out the scuppers. To a shark I probably looked and smelled like one big bloody mackerel.
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"When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean’s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang. "
— Herman Melville
Y'all come see me now, hear!
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