The look on his face changed from sanguine and benign to a sneer that spoke of sadistic violence and sex upon triumphing nature and capturing the elusive Lesser Sharkdog of the Greater Antilles, but even his serape couldn't fill the growing emptiness that grew inside Hannibal as he realized that he'd finally caught his greatest catch.
His life would be devoid of purpose from this moment on. He'd wander Northern Africa from opium den to gutter, babbling on about the sharkdog in a hoarse whisper to anyone who would listen.
Of course, no one would.
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