Jaws - Death

Jake stood up. "Okay. The strobe's charged. There's enough voltage in this condenser to light him up from nose to tail."

(...)

The great conical snout rose from the water. Jake crouched low. Slowly the massive jaws opened. Higher and higher the body rose, driving inward over the bow. It dwarfed the man. At the last moment Jake plunged the boat hook into the mouth. Mike fired the strobe.
They heard a beep-beep. The cavernous mouth turned blue, and the creature convulsed and jerked into the water.
Folly rolled to starboard. Jake flailed his arms for balance and fell in.
Ellen screamed. Mike ran forward. He saw a swirl of blood in the water. Jake was gone, without a sound.
"No!" screamed Mike. He pressed the trigger: Beep-beep.
The shark sprang from the water, shuddering, and crashed down on his flank in a shower of spray. Below, the heartbeat faltered. "Got you, you son of a bitch!" yelled Mike. Below, they heard the whine of the next charge building, building...
The engine started suddenly, and Hoagie appeared. "Where's Jake?" he cried, staring toward the bow.
"Gone!" growled Mike. "Mom, take the wheel."
Boom, boom, boom...
The shark was still alive! Immortal?
The fin was knifing in from the port, heading for the bow. Mike pressed the switch. The great fish hurtled into the air, fifty yards ahead of them, shuddering in their path. It fell with a crash.
From the deckhouse they heard the condenser re-charging with a screech.
Mike hit the switch again: Beep-beep.
The shark leapt again and crashed down, but now the heartbeat was gone.. Then the feeblest drumbeat...halting, irregular: Bump, bump...bump...
"You're killing him!" Ellen shrieked. "Again!"
Beep-beep.
The monster sprang from the water directly into their path. It rose higher and higher, until it seemed to be dancing on its tail. From its flank protruded the shaft of the harpoon, a festering, ruddy sore, oozing blood. She gripped the wheel tightly, jamming the throttle lever forward, and aimed for the wound.
When the jagged, broken bowsprit struck, it penetrated to the stem.
Beep-beep.
The shark grew rigid and began to shake in great, rending quakes that shook the craft from stern to stern.
Beep-beep.
The shark, still impaled on the jagged bowsprit, bent double, straightened like a bow released, and convulsed. The ketch trembled as if shaken by a giant, invisible hand.

(...)

It was raining, but soon the sun peeked through and tinted the clouds with gold.
In half an hour they were safe on a sixty-foot cutter of the Bahamian Defense Force.
They reported officially that the shark of Whiskey Cay was dead.

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Jaws: The Revenge, Part 3, Chapter 9