All his senses were focused on the horror in the water in front of him.Ī fin split the surface a few yards away and stopped.īond could feel the shark pointing like a dog, the shortsighted pink button eyes trying lo pierce the cloud of blood and weigh up the prey. There was a distant shout from the bay behind Bond. And now it was screaming, a long gurgling scream that only broke each time a barracuda hit into the dangling body. It had no hand, no wrist, no wrist watch.īut the great turnip head, the drawn-back mouth full of white teeth almost splitting it in half, was still alive. Half of The Big Man's left arm came out of the water. Two six-foot thin brown shadows backed out of the cloud and then dashed back into it. A cloud of blood welled up and darkened the sea. They held no appeal for help, only a fixed glare of physical exertion.Įven as Bond looked into them, now only ten yards away, they suddenly shut and the^ great face contorted in a grimace of pain.īoth arms stopped flailing the water and the head went under and came up again. They were wide open, staring madly towards Bond. His shoulders were naked, his clothes stripped off him by the explosion, Bond supposed, but the black silk tie had remained and it showed round the thick neck and streamed behind the head like a Chinaman's pigtail.Ī splash of water cleared some blood away from the eyes.
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