The only good option is bad: we both go out into the sea, out of the chum, and we hope not to get devoured before we can reach the beach. "Stay with me!" I shout, and we begin to swim. Humans in the water are pathetically slow. Humans in clothes doubly so. We splash. We make ourselves seem like seals. Humans are not particularly prey for sharks. Seals, on the other hand, are a feast.