A family of three on the perfect vacation; boating around Hawaii on their yacht.  The mother, Lola was tanning on the open deck of their yacht.  The son, Josh was fishing with his dad, Brian.  Everyone was having a great time, laughing, playing, and absorbing the sun.  Suddenly there was a thud, then a harsh scraping sound and the boat jerked to a halt.  Brian quickly ran down the stairs to where they had slept.  A large, jagged rock had scraped the bottom of the yacht leaving a gash about two meters long.  "Quick, into the lifeboat!" He cried aloud running up the stairs back to his family. They grabbed two paddles and jumped into the bright yellow raft.

Although the sun was brighter than usual that day the water was dark and mysteriously still; but not dark enough for Josh not to notice something big moving about three meters below them. "Look, I just saw something move under the water!" He cried in horror. "There's another one!"  He continued pointing to the water.  Suddenly they were surrounded by great white sharks; everywhere they looked they circled them.  There was no escape.  Suddenly there was a high pitched squeeling sound.  A shark had bitten a hole in the lifeboat, and they were sinking.  The sharks seemed to get more excited by the second, with eyes darker than the darkest night, and three layers of sharp, jagged, yellow teeth in every mouth.  The sharks circled them faster and faster as they sunk deeper and deeper. Fear in their eyes.                                                                                                                                                                                                            Five minutes later all that was left was a deflated lifeboat floating in open water.