"Take my hand!"

"No Way!!" Dane shrieked.

"I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm trying to save your life!!"

Dane still refused. He just bobbed up and down in the ocean as the shark's fin got closer and closer, a stubborn man until the very end.

"Is this really because I have dry hands? I'm soaking wet is that really your issue right now?? Are you that petty?"

The fin got larger, and then I saw the teeth, and not long after Dane felt those fangs. I watched from the ladder as the ocean turned red, as his arms and legs floated and bobbed in different directions, as his head got lost in the shuffle of the sea.

And that's how Dane Died.