Orson Welles, "The Lady From Shanghai"

Do you know, once off the hump of Brazil, I saw the ocean so darkened with blood it was black, and the sun fadin' away over the lip of the sky.

We put in at Fortaleza. A few of us had lines out for a bit of idle fishin'. It was me had the first strike.

A shark it was, and then there was another and another shark again, till all about the sea was made of sharks, and more sharks still, and not water 'tall. My shark had torn himself away from the hook and the scent, or maybe the stain it was, and him bleedin' his life away, drove the rest of them mad.

Then the beasts took to eatin' each other; in their frenzy, they ate at themselves. You could feel the lust of murder like a wind stringin' your eyes, and could smell the death, reekin' up out of the sea.

I never saw anything worse, until this little picnic tonight.... And you know, there wasn't one of them sharks in the whole crazy pack that survived.