I love sharks.
- Y ou love sharks?
- Yeah, I love them.

When I was 12 years old, my father got me
a boat, and I went fishing off of Cape Cod.

I hooked a scup and as I was reeling it in...
...I hooked a four and a half foot
baby thresher shark...

...who proceeded to eat my boat.
He ate my oar, hooks,
and my seat cushions.

He turned an inboard into an outboard.
Scared me to death...

...and I swam back to shore.
When I was on the beach...
...I turned around and I saw my boat
being taken apart.

Ever since then,
I have been studying sharks...

...and that's why I'm gonna go
to the Institute tomorrow...

...and tell them that you still have
a shark problem here.

- Why do you have to tell them that?
- I'm sorry, I thought that...

y ou told me the shark was caught.
I heard it on the news.
I heard it on the Cape station.

They caught a shark, not the shark.
Not the shark that killed Chrissy Watkins.
And probably not the shark
that killed the little boy.

Which I wanted to prove
by cutting the shark open...

y ou may want to let that breathe...

Y ou'll be the only rational man
left on this island after I leave tomorrow.

Where are you going?
I am going on the Aurora.
- The Aurora? What is that?
- It's a floating asylum for shark addicts.

Pure research. Eighteen months at sea.
Martin hates boats. Martin hates water.
Martin sits in his car when we go
on the ferry to the mainland.

I guess it's a childhood thing.
There's a clinical name for it, isn't there?

Is it true that most people get attacked
by sharks in three feet of water...

...about 10 feet from the beach?
And before people started
to swim for recreation...

...I mean before sharks knew
what they were missing...