It was then that he wondered if it had all been worthwhile. If he felt the jaws clamp around his chest and wave him around, blood spurting from his mouth like a geyser of red vomit, would he feel like his life had been worth it?
Jon is a man trapped in the jaws of indecision, and longing to make a real human connection.
Will he ever dare show himself, or will the prospect of failure always paralyse him? Or does the answer he is seeking lie with the great white stalking the shore?