But giving it up at last, for a bootless errand, they dropped farther and farther astern, until completely out of sight.

Much to the Skyeman's chagrin; who long stood in the stern, lance poised for a dart.
But of all sharks, save me from the ghastly White Shark.

For though we should hate naught, yet some dislikes are spontaneous; and disliking is not hating.

And never yet could I bring myself to be loving, or even sociable, with a White Shark.

He is not the sort of creature to enlist young affections.
This ghost of a fish is not often encountered, and shows plainer by night than by day.