I could see nothing except this aggressive shark.
I tore apart its fins,
punched through its ribs,
and pulled away its jaws.
Slowly it breathed its last in my hands.
What are you staring at?
You think I found a dead shark on some shore
tied it to my boat and brought it here?
Believe it or not. I don't care.
What a guy!
He couldn't hold up and blurted out the truth.
Devara's son should be a warrior.
How can Vara be so useless?
Did they ask you about it?
Why were they staring at me as if I was incapable of killing a shark?