As he saw the shark’s jaws closing in, he said a holy incantation in his mind, “please let this not be the end”. He was pleading, as he had for over thirty years to have prevenance from the gods above.
It was a bad decision, but he often made the wrong choices, almost as if a pervasive demon awaited another opportunity to encourage him to dash off into something dangerous. It was at this instant, his prayer seemed answered and the gate opened. He swam back into the protected space.
Another misadventure in his quest to dare the fates, always stretching himself and his imagination to the limit. He scrambled onto the safety of the dock shelf, the emblem he perceived as possible cowardice. Joe grabbed his notebook to record the event.