Louie was furious at the sharks. He had thought that they had an understanding; The men would stay out of the sharks’ turf – the water – and the sharks would stay off of theirs – the raft. That the sharks had taken shots at him when he had gone overboard, and when the raft had been mostly submerged after the strafing, had seemed fair enough. But their attempt to poach men from their reinflated raft struck Louie as dirty pool. He stewed all night, scowled hatefully at the sharks all day and eventually made a decision. If the sharks were going to try to eat him, he was going to try to eat them.