"Angle it a bit more in front- no babe, in front of you," his wife directed. "Yeah. No, you're blocking it. In front of you."
The man jolted the shark by his tail, front and back, left and right. "Like this?"
"Yeah, that's good."
"Get a few."
The shark wiggled his torso and gaped his mouth open and shut.
A boy grabbed at the shark. "Let me hold it! I want a photo."
The man maintained a grip on the tail. The boy squirmed up next to the shark, smacked a hand on his side in a declaration of ownership, and extended his other hand gripping an iPhone to snap a selfie.
"Shouldn't you put the shark back in the water?" I asked. My voice was swallowed in the murmurs of excitement. I asked louder, "Shouldn't you put it back?"
Panic arose from the circle. "No, I didn't get a photo with it yet!" "It's my turn first!" A group of kids and adults alike began more desperately clambering for a grip of the shark.
A big man with thick muscles and deeply tanned skin won the grab-off with two hands on the animal. "Joey! Hey Joey take my picture!" he shouted to a friend.