I beached the kayak on the pitiful amount of sand that surrounded the rocks and unfastened my surfboard, carrying it under my arm until I found the perfect spot to paddle out. Before long, I'm lying with my chest pressed to the board a couple hundred feet away from the shore, idling to catch my breath. I look down into the frustratingly limited visibility of the deep. The water is grey and murky, with a modest five-foot visibility. Not enough for me to see the danger that awaits.
I have been afraid of sharks …show more content…
I felt the creature before I saw it; it pushed up on the board with its back as it swam directly beneath, investigating me. Startled, I once again peered down into the water. What I saw sent my heart racing - a large body swimming calmly away into the murkiness. I froze, certain that I would be devoured in a frenzy if I moved so much as a muscle. However there is something odd. The creature isn't ravenous or bloodthirsty, there is no frenzy to devour me. It's calm, almost innocent as it curiously examines me. The shark continued to loiter at merely an arm's length away for another few minutes before it disappeared into the deep. I'm not panicking. It's all okay. As coolly as I can, I mount my surfboard and ride the next wave all the way back to shore. The following day I returned to surf by the rock formation and discovered something that filled me with elation: my fear of sharks had disappeared entirely, as though it never existed at