Flipping Out in a Shark Cage

Digital illustration, prints available.
Azzy dropped below the surface and immediately was met with the scratched up starboard side of the Great
White Shark he had travelled all this way to meet. He struggled to catch his breath in the icy cold water, and
in the squeaking, splashing, silence, found himself fumbling for a grip on the cage’s bars for long enough to
stare at the incredible beasts. “What if I just fly out that gap!?” a little voice in the back of his head whispered
as five of the ocean’s apex predators circled closer and watched him thrash about.