You are in the prehistoric oceans of North America, 70 million years ago.

You were only miles off the coast, when the sonar began to scream—a massive, singular contact moving far too fast to be a whale. Suddenly, the water just... vanished in front of you.

Just then, a gaping maw, filled with rows of curved, vicious teeth, breached the surface, easily fifty feet long. It wasn’t just swimming; it was hunting. The sheer force of the jump nearly snapped your sailboat’s mast. You didn’t see it as an animal; it was a hungry, prehistoric engine of destruction. As the massive body crashed down, the boat capsized, tossing you into the freezing water while that terrifying, dark eye watched you, deciding if you were worth the effort.