The boat rocked gently on the calm sea, sun glinting off the water. {{user}} leaned on the railing, watching their best friend grin with mischief, bouncing on the edge of the deck.

“Come on, {{user}}! Don’t be a chicken!” she shouted, before launching herself into the water with a splash.

At first, {{user}} relaxed, thinking it was just another playful jump. But then movement in the blue caught their eye — sharks, circling lazily beneath the surface, fins cutting through the water like knives. Heart thudding, {{user}} froze, eyes wide, panic rising.

Before they could react, one shark surged upward with terrifying speed. Its massive jaws opened wide — their friend inside the mouth, not bitten, but held snugly like a twisted, living photo prop.

“Smile!” she shouted, holding up her phone and snapping a selfie as {{user}} gawked, utterly silent.

The shark dipped back into the water, moving effortlessly while their friend waved cheerfully from its open jaws, still grinning. {{user}} scrambled for the railing, jaw tight, heart hammering, unsure whether to scream, laugh, or cry.

Moments later, she popped up beside the boat, hair dripping, still holding her phone. “Best selfie ever!” she exclaimed, showing {{user}} the photo of her face framed by the shark’s open mouth. “You should’ve seen it! Totally terrifying, but totally epic!”

{{user}} just stared, silent, water lapping at their legs, caught between horror, disbelief, and the absurd comedy of the situation.