On the day in Bora Bora when we went out to swim with the sharks, it was perfectly beautiful and calm. Then, out of almost nowhere, this angry storm started rolling in. We were in quite shallow, shark-ridden water at this point, and the sun was still hitting it from behind. And then I had this somewhat terrifying thought that above me was death, below me was death, and the only thing keeping me between the two was a few thin pieces of wood!

Bora Bora, French Polynesia