It’s not a solution. Cosmatos was right about one thing: I don’t seem to be losing my shark. She’s come with me on to the land by some crazy shark magic, something primal and weird that can’t be undone. I’m tied to her. Perhaps I married her with that watch. Did I tell you I went to get a new one? I did. I thought of Watches of Switzerland, but the most expensive thing they had was a TAG Heuer, a ridiculous effort made of carbon fibre. If I want a fighter jet, I’ll buy one, I won’t buy a watch in the style of a MiG. In the end I go for a Ulysse Nardin, because the guy in Jaeger-LeCoultre almost makes me wait, and while I’d love to get Breguet to sell the Marie-Antoinette, they’re just never going to put out. I know someone who offered them $22 million for it and they said no. They keep that thing just to fuck with you. I’m guessing they believe one day they’ll give it to a street urchin, and this one selfless anti-capitalist act will upset the axis of the world and usher in a new era of analogue watches, that Breguet are art-prank crypto-communists. Or no one’s offered them enough yet for their insane timepiece. Whatever. Nardin makes one that has so many precious stones on it the enamelled white gold dial is almost impossible to see. They agree to do a personalised version with a shark on it, because, hey: Kyriakos.