“Skyco, quick, get out of there!” the brothers yelled simultaneously. I tried to back up quickly, but it was difficult to move fast enough in the water. I realized in panic that I stood helplessly right in the opening, between a big shark and its freedom. I had no chance. The fish was upon me, but instead of biting, it thrust past me as it swept out through the entrance of the pen. The impact of its body and the turbulence of the water tumbled me off my feet and my head went under water. After an eternity, I finally surfaced outside the pen, sputtering and hurting, my arms and legs paddling frantically against the water.