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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 94 Rolling down like a djinn in the quieting green sea. And idling from the bottom vegetation, the adversary, the coarse great head, the whistling, pouting mouth of the grouper They had to hold on to the rail very hard as they peered down. "Where has the master gone." "Fisherman please explain." "You boys had better sit down for this." "We will wait for our master." "This happened once before. Down off No Name Key. Diver in full gear, get the picture, and I mean including the helmet. . "Yes? YES?" "An unnaturally large fish, and, it's in the nature of the way that fish feeds--boys, I expect the jewfish just sort of inhaled him." Serrated teeth in the Pooh-bah's back. 'Jewfish!' the reddening king accusing, and kicking out and down into the gullet, the sea bass choking, the king slashing, fish-taste in the blood cloud rolling up, water forcing into his lungs, tearing clear, a last lunge up at what passed for light. . . |