
It has been almost five months since I returned to the beach after that fateful day when that fifteen foot bull shark took my arm, but as I arrive on the heavily polluted Jersey shoreline today, it is abundantly clear that even though the shark took my hand, I have won the war.
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I know we have been floating around in this lifeboat for weeks now, but let me establish the ground rules again. I have the flare gun, therefore I eat first.
I’m not sure if you’ve seen too many movies about people floating on lifeboats, where they share some sort of bond after a plane crash, but it’s not happening here. Because again, I have the flare gun.
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