#16 Give It Here

I'd always hated sharks. I made no exceptions for this one. It took all six of us to pull the shark out of the water and into the boat. My grandfather nodded in approval as the shark writhed on the deck, desperate for oxygen. The guys stood around as I kicked the vile beast in the head. Those dark malevolent eyes stared up at me. "Damn I hate these things!" I screamed as I stabbed the shark in the face with my pocket knife. I then proceeded to plunge the blade into the shark's belly. I made a long incision and thrust my arm into the wriggling shark's gut.

It did not take me long to find it. "Give it here" my grandfather chuckled as I pulled the prosthetic leg from the shark's belly. I handed him the leg and washed the blood off of my arms and hands. I heard a splash behind me and I turned around. My grandfather had resecured his prosthesis and was back in the water paddling about in his innertube and singing "sloop John B." at the top of his lungs. This man knew no fear!