This was a true story. There was one survivor
sharks took them one by one after their little boat capsized I heard the story from one of their parents there were thirteen to begin with they were on a mission trip trying to stay connected singing hymns and praying while fins circled them a sharp scream one at a time as they were devoured praying at least one would be rescued I sit staring at the evilness of the sea remembering the parent full of optimistic hope that their child had found God so it was okay to be eaten by sharks at age twenty-one tears were in his eyes the day he told the story I could tell he was pretending it was okay for his wife, but I will never be able to swim at night again after hearing that tale….
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