The rotors of the helicopter roared as I climbed down the ladder. I courageously stepped off and watched as the helicopter flew away into the distance.
“It’s getting dark, I’d better set up a camp”, I said to myself.
I got my axe, fold-up tent and my flint and knife. I collected some wood and lit a fire, and went to find some fish.
Then, I saw it! The shark. It opened its cavernous mouth and I saw hundreds, no thousands, of gleaming, razor sharp teeth.
I whipped my trusty fishing gear out as fast as lightning and stabbed the shark straight through his lip. I now had enough fish to last me a week. It was man versus shark and I wasn’t going down without a bite!