And hell, it’s not like I can do anything else. If the shark wants to eat me, it is very much going to. I cannot outpace it, fight it off, bribe it or trick it. It hangs in front of me, the biggest living thing I have ever seen. The closest was an elephant. But elephants are not predators, and being a predator makes things bigger: conceptual mass. It is massive anyway. From the tip of the first dorsal to the bottom of the pectoral fin it is taller than I am. And that’s like me lying down and the distance from my arse to my stomach being taller than someone.