In his book, My Wicked, Wicked Ways, Errol Flynn talked about fighting off sharks that were attracted to the carcasses he had blown up while blast fishing off the coast of New Guinea. I really wanted to work in his anecdote about how he blew a tiger shark up with dynamite, but I couldn’t quite get it to work.

So instead he beat one with a flaming board. Oh, the sacrifices a writer makes while crafting a story.