You married Quint knowing damn well what his job was. He put himself at risk on the daily and it didn’t bother him one bit. Eventually, it stopped bothering you as well. He was always careful. And besides, he’s a grown man for God’s sake.

In the mornings and afternoons while he works you lay out on the deck and tan. You grow used to the smell of saltwater on yourself and on your husband. You grow used to the ocean, to the bounce of the waves, to the sight of Quint waiting patiently to lure the sharks in.

When he tells you about his little endeavor with the Chief Brody and Mr. Hooper, you decide to come with. That morning you mumble an ‘excuse me’ as you push past Mr. and Mrs. Brody’s embrace to finish loading the rest of the gear. You’re skeptical of the other two men, skeptical if they can handle themselves.

“Load that into the cabin,” Quint tells you.