"Ho!" one yelled.
"A shark!" the second said.
"Have at him, boys!" the third shouted.
The shark charged them. Drawing their swords, the three men executed a nimble dance on the surface of the sea. They thrust downward—their swords entering the water with no difficulty whatsoever although their feet did not enter it—drew them back dripping red. They skipped lightly out of the way of the wounded and infuriated monster.
"Zounds!"
"Chop the sea pig down!"
"Carve his heart out!"
Old battle cries rang in the air as they fought the shark. Blood colored the surface of the sea.
The wounded shark suddenly took its death blow. It dived, was gone from sight, then broke the surface a hundred yards away. It beat the water into foam, threshing out its life.