"Oh my God, what happened to your arm." She recoiled in horror from the bloody stump. Grasping the wound tightly, his eyes wide with terror, he spoke only one word. "Shark."
She grabbed him hysterically, tears forming in her eyes. "Steven, there isn't a drop of water for six hundred miles." For just a moment he saw over the sand dunes of insanity and before slipping away, he understood.
They would soon be dead from thirst.