Flipping Out in a Shark Cage

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.