Proselytising Predator (500 words)
As I stepped across the gangplank I fought the urge to say, ‘we’re gonna need a bigger boat.’ This was after all a year round shark diving operator and pretty accustomed to cliched Jaws quotes from over excited tourists. After a safety talk, and filling out of disclaimers our boat motored out of Port Lincoln harbour, and began the overnight journey into South Australian waters. The next day I woke at five am, sprang out of my bunk, got dressed, and dashed upstairs onto the deck. Our boat was anchored near the seal-populated Neptune islands. I shivered in the chilly morning air. The sun was just coming up and streaks of amber were scratched across the magenta sky. The crew slid a metal cage into the calm water and prepared wet-suits and breathing apparatus.
‘Any sharks yet?’ I asked.
‘Not yet mate,’ replied one of the crew. He pointed to a bucket of fish guts.
‘We’ll start chumming soon, then they’ll come.’
I went back into the galley, poured a coffee and sat at the table. A middle-aged Canadian woman called Jennie joined me. I had spoken briefly with her the previous evening. She was loud and large with saggy underarms. Without permission she picked up my book, The God Delusion, from the table and read the back cover. She shook her head, tutted and clutched her Crucifix.
‘Do you realise how offensive this book is?’ she asked.
‘Offensive to who?’ I replied.
Her eyes widened.
‘To G’aaad of course.’
I smiled and she handed me the book back. I wasn’t in the mood for a religious debate. I had apex predators and flimsy looking metal cages to worry about so I excused myself and went back out on deck. In these situations I always ask myself, what would Dawkins do?
The crew had started chumming and a slick of bloody fish meat meandered from the back of the boat. Sea birds circled and dived, squawking and squabbling over scraps.
‘That’ll bring em in mate,’ said one of the crew. ‘They can’t resist the bait.’
As I watched for sharks Jennie crept up behind me. For a large woman she was pretty stealthy. She touched me on the shoulder and motioned with her hand to follow her back inside.
‘Can I talk to you?’ she asked.
I shook my head, pointed to the water and mouthed, ‘sharks.’
She looked forlorn and put her hands together. I sighed and against my better judgment walked towards her when suddenly a crewman shouted out.
‘SHARK!’
My savior!
I peered over the side as a five metre Great White cruised past. Its huge black eye stared at me. I couldn’t believe I was actually looking at a Great White shark.
‘Who wants to go in?’ asked the skipper.
My stomach exploded at the thought of being first so I turned to retreat back inside. Jennie lurked in the doorway staring at me expectantly. I span back round and faced the skipper.
‘Me first please,’ I said.