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We got back onto the stage and started being lifted toward the surface.

Kept our eyes peeled, scanning into the not too distant shadows.

During a decompression stop, we began seeing a shadowy figure circling around us.

We continued to monitor it as it circled closer and closer.

We began to see it more clearly.

There was a massive shark circling us.

Now, I had never been afraid of sharks, but there's something about being circled by a massive shark in the middle of the ocean dangling from a chain that can instill a new phobia in the bravest men.

Keep in mind, we aren't in an enclosed cage, just a platform to stand on.

It felt like being served on a platter.

It eventually circled close enough to see its features, but I didn't recognize its species.

It was bigger than a Great White, with entirely different coloration.

It was mostly black with a few gray features.

It continued eyeing us as we sat there helpless, praying to be left alone.

By the time we completed our decompression requirements, it was nearly close enough to touch.

The stage lifted us up and out of the water, relieved that the shark had not decided to find out how we taste.

On surface, we deduced that the shark had lunged at my back, but it only managed to hit the emergency gas supply cylinder.

So you just didn't notice like a Goliath, like a Megalodon coming up behind him.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.