When I was a kid I wanted to be a marine biologist. But it all came to an end when I was 13 years old. To this day I’m still not sure what, if anything, I actually saw circling my feet in the surf. The fear still scarred me though, deeper than any shark bite could. I broke up with the ocean, and this separation followed me into college. That is until my first winter break when I traveled abroad for the very first time. I found myself in the Caribbean, face-to-face with a wild beast.
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