Head of The Table

The head men

It was blurry but they could see from the shady murky waters, four man like figures, instincts kicked like mother nature programmed them, they began surfacing the waters, moving in circles with their blade like fins cutting through the water exposing their presence and indicating they were ready, ready for what mother nature was about to give back. The gray whites and hammer sharks would oddly ever intermingle in normal waters but one thing unites these beastly sons of mother nature, blood, fresh meat, human meat, they were used to the occasional bodies dumped and this normalized their thinking to knowing this as haven of abundance, where any time a body would splash in the waters, what followed, blood turreted clothes of the victim and inedible chunks of meat sinking down, the victim never to be heard of again, ever! Gift from mother nature to her beastly sons, they lied in the deep.

Bloody, lifeless, heavy, carried by four men workers at the shipment of Ben’s empire, the deceased he