White Room Shark Attack
The killing took place at dawn and as usual it was a decapitation, accomplished by a single vicious swipe. Blood geysered into the air, creating a vivid slick that stood out on the water like the work of a violent abstract painter. Five hundred yards away, a man watched through a telescope. First he noticed the frenzy of gulls, bird gestalt that signaled trouble. And then he saw the blood. Grabbing his radio, he turned and began to run.........he started the engine and powered two hundred yards toward the birds, where the object of all the attention floated in a cloud of blood:............The odor was dense and oily, rancid Crisco mixed with seawater. "Oh yeah," Peter said. "That's the smell of a shark attack."
Susan Casey, from The Devil's Teeth