Atlas was our last shark. 130 cm. He caught himself in the net about five minutes after we set it.
Well, the last week was great. The plane rides were quiet, and the goodbyes emotional. I’ll miss all my fellow adventurers, and most certainly my fellow sharkers. But I’ll be back in a year— I have to be— and then I’ll be back sharking with Aaron again. It has to happen. I don’t know that I’ll be able to live for too long without it.
Now I suppose I have to integrate back into normal American society. This is probably supposed to start with a shower, but I don’t feel dirty. And probably won’t. For a week or so.