The shark looked to his left, and then looked
to his right, as if he were trying to make sure that he could not
get in, and then he looked at me, and he nodded. I’m not fucking
kidding you. That is exactly what it looked like. It looked like he
nodded, and this time I did pee myself. I also got really angry and
started to yell at him underwater, despite my breathing
apparatus.
“What the fuck?!” I tried to yell. “What the
fuck?!”
I was tired of this shark toying with my
emotions. How fucking smart were they?
As I tried to yell and starting to throw
punches in the air, the shark just looked at me. Then he shook his
head, turned his back to me, and swam off.
And that’s when I saw it. As the great white
moved up through the tank, I got a good look at his bottom fin, and
of course, stuck on the end of it, was a gold lamè thong.
I turned to see Mr. White.
“LOGAN!” he shouted, and mouthed to me, and
this time I understood what he was saying.