end of the line

It’s half past five in the morning and the sun is yet to rise over Hillarys harbour. Bleary-eyed, we walk to meet our hosts at the boat ramp. Someone comes out of the dim dawn light to greet us, and before long we are on a boat, leaving dry land behind. We head straight out of the harbour just before sunrise. A large moon is reflected on the wake from a passing boat as we navigate the heads. The plan for today is to see exactly what the West Australian shark cull looks like up close.