As Jake silently lay depressed on the surface of the water, floating like a drifting board, he felt one of those fucking piranhas approaching to bite his leg. Indifferent, he let the fish bite him, and then leave with a piece of flesh as a trophy, before his gaze lingered on the blood escaping from his wound.
As was to be expected, the fin of the megalodon roaming in the area of the wreck soon reappeared. Seeing this familiar fin close the distance, Jake's depressed expression was suddenly replaced by a frown, followed by the convulsive twitching of his facial muscles.
In an instant, his depression had given way to an expression of unadulterated wrath. The change was so rapid that it was almost inconceivable.
"All right, I'm sick of this shit. I've been racking my brains running away from these monsters looking for solutions and shortcuts, and for what? Fuck! I'm sick of your fishy faces...
"You want to eat me?! Uh, let's see who eats the other one first!"
