just got back from a memorable, possibly-the-last-time-after-a-lifetime-of-times visit to the cape that included among other things swimming on the open atlantic all down the coast, sometimes with seals (!), at best in ice cold water (!!), after seeing jaws for the zillionth time this year at a little chatham cutesy townie theater no less. lots of appropriate songs--"in sharky water", "dead shark", "be a fish", etc.--but we'll settle in with this for now anyway.
The anchors have settled, the tanks are full-level / The flag has been raised half-mast on the bow / And harpoons are loaded, the cage has been lowered / The mask is on, the diver is down, now