When you find out what he had offered at the town meeting you were mad. You were beyond mad. He was going to get himself killed trying to hunt that beast of a shark! A 20-25 footer would bite Quint, Chief Brody, and Hooper in half at the same time.

“You can’t leave me, not this soon, not like this,” you stomp around the house and angrily clean up the mess that has accumulated throughout the week.

“We need the money,” he grunts, popping the cap off of his beer and taking a swig.