Journal Entry
From the journal of Minnow Gray
Lots of people say that white sharks have a soulless, dead stare. That has not been my experience. I was fifteen when I saw
Jaws. I didn’t want to go, but Sandy’s mom offered to take a bunch of us to a drive-in showing and I felt obligated to say yes.
I remember so clearly that line in the movie where Quint says, “Ya know the thing about a shark, he’s got . . . lifeless eyes,
black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’ . . .”
As with so much in life, it all depends on the light. Today a sixteen-foot adult female known as Cat made pass after pass
an arm’s length away from me while I was in the cage. The morning sun illumined the blue ring of her iris outside of the black
pupil. I could see her tracking me each time she swam by and there was nothing dead about those eyes. Sorry, Quint.